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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42116 | 2023-08-19 22:00:07 | 105.35 | 99% |
| 34218 | 2023-07-06 15:28:57 | 114.15 | 99% |
| 34118 | 2023-07-06 05:43:24 | 105.64 | 98% |