Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; he will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9190 | 2022-12-17 16:22:27 | 77.34 | 98% |
| 8710 | 2022-12-01 01:33:05 | 70.24 | 97% |
| 7496 | 2022-07-05 10:30:13 | 69.22 | 97% |