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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16624 | 2019-01-02 15:04:22 | 88.50 | 98% |
15444 | 2018-11-09 19:43:39 | 84.48 | 97% |
14130 | 2018-10-19 12:51:04 | 67.12 | 96% |