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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5157 | 2021-11-22 06:16:15 | 72.07 | 96% |
| 4933 | 2021-10-15 03:42:42 | 73.53 | 96% |
| 4553 | 2021-08-31 08:09:51 | 87.49 | 96% |