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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10348 | 2020-08-11 11:35:36 | 94.70 | 97% |
| 3851 | 2019-11-27 14:50:02 | 94.40 | 98% |
| 3700 | 2019-11-20 15:40:17 | 90.88 | 98% |
| 3355 | 2019-11-11 16:50:45 | 90.04 | 97% |
| 886 | 2019-07-24 17:22:05 | 87.58 | 96% |