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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16048 | 2018-11-24 01:55:44 | 102.78 | 98% |
| 14117 | 2018-08-08 04:55:09 | 103.35 | 98% |
| 6201 | 2018-01-03 00:15:20 | 89.72 | 98% |
| 6010 | 2017-12-30 02:49:11 | 82.56 | 98% |
| 5388 | 2017-12-26 05:45:11 | 87.31 | 98% |
| 5163 | 2017-12-24 19:11:56 | 85.19 | 97% |