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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5815 | 2023-01-10 20:53:20 | 109.13 | 97% |
| 3251 | 2022-02-16 19:44:29 | 101.11 | 97% |
| 2749 | 2021-12-27 20:51:08 | 86.34 | 96% |