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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 99985 | 2020-07-09 04:28:34 | 103.49 | 98% |
| 88665 | 2020-03-02 00:43:58 | 103.32 | 98% |
| 84604 | 2019-10-21 06:09:31 | 87.71 | 97% |
| 77688 | 2019-06-21 18:00:32 | 92.26 | 96% |
| 64543 | 2018-11-02 00:02:39 | 84.13 | 96% |
| 62251 | 2018-09-07 13:56:26 | 93.96 | 97% |
| 60496 | 2018-08-02 14:24:36 | 87.45 | 97% |
| 57259 | 2018-05-26 09:41:32 | 83.67 | 96% |
| 54868 | 2018-04-13 14:57:05 | 101.72 | 98% |
| 51001 | 2018-02-01 04:34:35 | 93.01 | 98% |
| 49843 | 2018-01-13 21:06:42 | 83.56 | 97% |