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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38559 | 2020-08-11 16:02:00 | 146.53 | 99% |
| 37284 | 2020-06-10 19:05:48 | 149.81 | 99% |
| 28207 | 2019-07-25 16:05:13 | 149.10 | 98% |
| 23317 | 2019-05-10 15:36:13 | 135.46 | 98% |
| 14114 | 2019-02-22 09:26:59 | 141.46 | 99% |
| 10062 | 2019-01-09 14:22:46 | 138.46 | 99% |
| 4945 | 2018-11-10 17:56:55 | 140.40 | 98% |
| 4320 | 2018-10-27 17:54:22 | 145.08 | 99% |
| 119 | 2018-01-17 16:05:31 | 131.91 | 99% |