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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6689 | 2024-10-18 22:26:49 | 116.12 | 96.8% |
| 3973 | 2022-08-14 11:27:41 | 116.06 | 97% |
| 1350 | 2020-11-16 12:06:10 | 106.79 | 97% |
| 273 | 2020-08-20 18:30:52 | 91.85 | 95% |