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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39105 | 2023-03-04 11:51:02 | 80.38 | 98% |
| 32732 | 2022-06-26 08:12:08 | 72.60 | 98% |
| 29520 | 2022-03-17 22:28:00 | 56.91 | 96% |