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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5938 | 2019-09-27 00:13:03 | 103.28 | 95% |
| 4227 | 2019-04-17 17:56:05 | 115.92 | 98% |
| 2170 | 2018-04-17 17:14:00 | 108.51 | 97% |