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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8373 | 2020-09-09 13:59:20 | 111.82 | 99% |
| 8185 | 2020-09-07 12:56:03 | 100.31 | 98% |
| 6322 | 2020-07-30 09:43:54 | 100.65 | 97% |
| 5351 | 2020-07-17 10:06:42 | 106.68 | 98% |
| 3807 | 2020-06-30 13:47:19 | 93.12 | 97% |
| 713 | 2020-04-21 17:46:43 | 85.86 | 96% |