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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5166 | 2021-01-03 05:46:10 | 77.40 | 97% |
| 5130 | 2021-01-02 21:38:26 | 77.22 | 96% |
| 2539 | 2020-10-20 07:23:27 | 69.19 | 97% |