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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17712 | 2020-12-17 07:23:37 | 100.45 | 97% |
| 14135 | 2020-12-03 10:07:14 | 101.28 | 97% |
| 11951 | 2020-11-27 02:46:57 | 88.60 | 98% |
| 10771 | 2020-11-23 11:03:55 | 83.98 | 97% |
| 9162 | 2020-06-17 14:52:35 | 101.68 | 98% |
| 3852 | 2018-04-17 12:12:45 | 88.94 | 97% |