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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9380 | 2022-10-09 13:15:57 | 129.86 | 97% |
| 5383 | 2022-01-31 06:55:06 | 106.48 | 96% |
| 3711 | 2021-12-06 12:06:41 | 123.77 | 97% |