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.
—from American Pie, a song by Don McLean
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| Default (English) | 3,989 | 99.90 | December 10, 2017 |
| Instant Death Mode | 5 | 142.19 | May 30, 2019 |
| α Stenography | 2 | 67.40 | April 1, 2021 |
| New English Texts | 2 | 108.04 | May 29, 2018 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 113.77 | October 20, 2021 |