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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49425 | 2023-07-17 05:29:29 | 158.72 | 100% |
| 47392 | 2023-02-05 02:24:34 | 155.39 | 99% |
| 41724 | 2021-02-22 04:46:27 | 126.46 | 98.5% |
| 34480 | 2020-08-13 05:55:10 | 138.62 | 98% |