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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7946 | 2024-12-13 06:50:25 | 93.26 | 97.1% |
| 5798 | 2021-08-24 04:28:14 | 89.59 | 97% |
| 5203 | 2021-07-20 14:08:50 | 96.88 | 98% |