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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7359 | 2022-01-04 18:47:50 | 167.06 | 98% |
| 6438 | 2021-09-28 00:33:52 | 172.62 | 98% |
| 5191 | 2021-06-17 01:19:07 | 157.90 | 98% |