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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22617 | 2019-01-02 15:04:02 | 114.48 | 97% |
| 17241 | 2018-05-29 15:41:35 | 112.45 | 99% |
| 16872 | 2018-05-22 14:11:00 | 114.83 | 97% |
| 15535 | 2018-04-18 17:10:32 | 100.19 | 96% |
| 13260 | 2018-02-24 22:42:32 | 108.86 | 98% |