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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3279 | 2024-11-14 18:41:45 | 121.91 | 98% |
| 2466 | 2024-10-16 19:07:31 | 127.05 | 98.8% |
| 592 | 2024-09-03 15:59:25 | 92.94 | 97.4% |