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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 869 | 2022-12-09 17:44:59 | 112.16 | 99% |
| 720 | 2020-10-29 15:58:22 | 111.09 | 98% |
| 246 | 2020-08-24 19:20:12 | 87.14 | 97% |