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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6717 | 2022-04-26 11:24:06 | 87.61 | 96% |
| 5298 | 2022-02-13 11:06:27 | 91.83 | 97% |
| 4816 | 2021-12-02 14:03:50 | 80.57 | 98% |