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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39358 | 2023-10-07 02:49:11 | 114.98 | 97.5% |
| 37468 | 2023-04-21 05:35:23 | 118.59 | 97% |
| 37340 | 2023-04-14 05:25:14 | 114.41 | 98% |
| 34906 | 2022-04-21 04:39:37 | 119.37 | 98% |