A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance, and maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February made me shiver with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride, but something touched me deep inside, the day the music died. So bye-bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry. And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singin' this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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14610 | 2018-12-03 07:28:56 | 79.12 | 97% |
12893 | 2018-08-27 09:38:37 | 79.12 | 100% |
10640 | 2018-05-25 08:09:43 | 68.53 | 99% |