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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19243 | 2023-01-17 21:10:57 | 106.89 | 97% |
| 18849 | 2022-12-10 13:06:33 | 103.07 | 97% |
| 18053 | 2022-10-25 10:27:46 | 115.20 | 98% |
| 17074 | 2022-09-15 21:04:52 | 112.15 | 97% |
| 3934 | 2021-01-10 15:46:30 | 84.95 | 96% |