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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21376 | 2019-11-06 06:54:23 | 124.55 | 98% |
20605 | 2019-09-13 04:59:47 | 126.47 | 98% |
19122 | 2019-06-18 10:10:40 | 123.36 | 98% |
13382 | 2018-06-21 05:27:40 | 118.63 | 98% |