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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20722 | 2022-05-05 23:34:22 | 86.91 | 97% |
| 19135 | 2022-04-21 01:11:25 | 85.35 | 96% |
| 11061 | 2021-01-07 02:57:10 | 84.67 | 97% |