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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2310 | 2023-05-28 13:59:33 | 114.43 | 98% |
| 2064 | 2023-05-25 00:23:31 | 100.50 | 97% |
| 1447 | 2023-02-07 00:23:51 | 110.94 | 98% |
| 1244 | 2021-05-03 09:55:51 | 96.13 | 97% |