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 |
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713 | 2021-08-21 03:03:40 | 96.55 | 99% |
624 | 2021-08-06 01:32:09 | 91.49 | 98% |
140 | 2021-02-23 19:01:23 | 65.97 | 97% |