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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6859 | 2023-02-12 18:06:48 | 84.04 | 99% |
| 5846 | 2023-01-21 05:44:16 | 89.26 | 98% |
| 2974 | 2022-10-26 10:21:52 | 71.37 | 96% |
| 545 | 2022-06-14 08:10:40 | 61.29 | 96% |