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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4135 | 2021-02-21 21:30:33 | 79.09 | 98.1% |
| 2822 | 2020-11-25 05:25:54 | 70.49 | 97% |
| 405 | 2020-09-21 13:52:03 | 57.19 | 96% |