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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6377 | 2023-10-25 13:22:23 | 119.01 | 99.2% |
| 4585 | 2022-04-25 17:25:54 | 100.09 | 96% |
| 3920 | 2022-01-29 11:14:52 | 107.50 | 97% |