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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29812 | 2019-04-08 21:16:41 | 125.11 | 98% |
| 27397 | 2018-10-02 20:33:42 | 120.83 | 98% |
| 24916 | 2018-02-17 16:12:54 | 127.12 | 99% |
| 23857 | 2018-01-31 20:05:47 | 128.53 | 99% |
| 22540 | 2018-01-19 01:13:56 | 109.31 | 97% |
| 22228 | 2018-01-15 23:02:24 | 107.65 | 96% |
| 19188 | 2017-12-29 15:37:34 | 113.46 | 98% |