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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37020 | 2024-04-05 05:03:14 | 156.46 | 99% |
| 22089 | 2022-10-30 11:18:29 | 75.73 | 95% |
| 22088 | 2022-10-30 11:16:39 | 98.25 | 96% |
| 22087 | 2022-10-30 11:15:12 | 114.01 | 98% |
| 22086 | 2022-10-30 11:13:57 | 121.76 | 98% |
| 22085 | 2022-10-30 11:10:25 | 73.64 | 96% |
| 20878 | 2022-10-29 02:15:48 | 144.22 | 99% |
| 20877 | 2022-10-29 02:14:49 | 130.78 | 98% |
| 20876 | 2022-10-29 02:13:42 | 146.52 | 98% |
| 20875 | 2022-10-29 02:12:42 | 142.88 | 98% |
| 20874 | 2022-10-29 02:11:41 | 137.79 | 99% |