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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4914 | 2021-01-15 06:35:46 | 95.76 | 97% |
| 4576 | 2021-01-12 01:16:32 | 106.85 | 98% |
| 2550 | 2020-12-23 05:05:10 | 101.98 | 98% |