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 |
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4719 | 2024-06-02 11:21:12 | 115.39 | 98.3% |
4170 | 2022-08-22 15:15:29 | 105.29 | 98% |
9 | 2020-11-11 02:10:03 | 104.24 | 98% |