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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3662 | 2024-03-13 00:12:51 | 96.35 | 96.2% |
| 2528 | 2023-09-05 04:46:53 | 77.61 | 95% |
| 2191 | 2023-07-27 21:03:44 | 88.51 | 96% |