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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19138 | 2020-11-01 21:44:11 | 88.58 | 97% |
| 18242 | 2020-09-30 21:38:23 | 84.19 | 97% |
| 8910 | 2020-02-18 23:53:54 | 80.42 | 98% |
| 6275 | 2020-01-22 23:47:19 | 80.09 | 98% |