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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3873 | 2021-04-12 00:14:30 | 82.65 | 97% |
| 3856 | 2021-04-11 23:59:16 | 81.24 | 98% |
| 3707 | 2021-04-11 19:40:13 | 80.01 | 98% |