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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9180 | 2022-10-08 01:05:08 | 120.02 | 98% |
| 7557 | 2021-12-31 01:47:54 | 104.17 | 97% |
| 5277 | 2021-08-31 19:39:28 | 114.04 | 98% |
| 3151 | 2021-02-18 04:56:10 | 108.11 | 97.5% |