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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42657 | 2018-11-14 06:19:29 | 92.10 | 96% |
| 40785 | 2018-10-17 06:07:20 | 103.48 | 98% |
| 37192 | 2018-08-23 01:08:06 | 111.18 | 99% |
| 36661 | 2018-08-12 20:35:19 | 90.07 | 96% |
| 33700 | 2018-06-24 03:31:42 | 106.88 | 99% |
| 32554 | 2018-05-18 04:44:51 | 104.39 | 98% |
| 30870 | 2018-04-05 03:27:25 | 105.69 | 98% |
| 29110 | 2018-02-16 05:28:40 | 103.59 | 98% |
| 28462 | 2018-01-29 06:25:00 | 101.10 | 99% |
| 27920 | 2018-01-13 21:06:29 | 97.68 | 97% |
| 26810 | 2017-12-20 08:12:55 | 94.93 | 98% |