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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4750 | 2021-06-03 14:08:17 | 144.25 | 99% |
2938 | 2021-05-04 13:09:57 | 150.78 | 99% |
2490 | 2021-01-09 03:00:08 | 150.86 | 99% |
2392 | 2021-01-06 03:15:52 | 155.16 | 99% |
1879 | 2020-11-15 09:19:33 | 156.11 | 99% |