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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45030 | 2019-10-20 01:36:39 | 83.41 | 98% |
| 42770 | 2019-08-05 06:47:00 | 81.36 | 97% |
| 27435 | 2018-12-09 23:06:39 | 75.58 | 97% |
| 16703 | 2018-07-15 19:38:26 | 78.85 | 98% |