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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 95660 | 2020-12-17 16:36:04 | 99.70 | 97% |
| 89925 | 2020-10-14 00:58:37 | 106.48 | 98% |
| 69415 | 2019-12-06 15:36:23 | 101.01 | 98% |
| 62954 | 2019-08-23 19:17:58 | 104.34 | 98% |
| 59010 | 2019-06-19 16:07:55 | 104.85 | 98% |
| 56674 | 2019-05-03 20:40:16 | 104.37 | 98% |
| 41816 | 2018-07-17 14:46:09 | 110.47 | 98% |
| 33852 | 2017-12-14 17:38:04 | 86.87 | 97% |