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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5353 | 2022-05-21 02:30:02 | 110.12 | 98% |
| 4462 | 2022-03-31 11:11:49 | 92.17 | 97% |
| 1179 | 2022-01-27 00:57:41 | 77.24 | 94% |