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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5442 | 2022-03-19 16:52:52 | 179.87 | 98% |
| 3428 | 2021-07-20 18:05:00 | 165.38 | 98% |
| 454 | 2021-03-10 20:03:44 | 148.01 | 98% |