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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8133 | 2022-03-24 19:03:08 | 97.22 | 98% |
| 6799 | 2022-01-02 14:47:17 | 97.58 | 97% |
| 4236 | 2021-07-17 13:18:13 | 92.75 | 99% |
| 2201 | 2021-04-21 15:32:11 | 86.75 | 97% |