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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6197 | 2022-11-03 11:10:06 | 172.85 | 98% |
| 5834 | 2022-09-24 21:32:25 | 173.03 | 98% |
| 3500 | 2021-05-11 17:39:29 | 172.95 | 99% |