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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9831 | 2020-01-20 13:36:44 | 121.20 | 99% |
| 6800 | 2019-03-22 11:23:56 | 120.44 | 99% |
| 5442 | 2019-02-04 15:06:29 | 121.16 | 99% |
| 4835 | 2019-01-09 17:18:42 | 107.26 | 98% |