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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16237 | 2020-03-20 18:21:01 | 142.35 | 97% |
| 15908 | 2020-03-02 00:43:34 | 153.00 | 98% |
| 13320 | 2019-08-17 03:10:35 | 134.48 | 98% |
| 11782 | 2019-04-19 06:01:49 | 136.02 | 97% |
| 10936 | 2019-03-08 05:46:28 | 142.70 | 98% |
| 4623 | 2018-05-15 02:07:12 | 125.60 | 97% |