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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26505 | 2020-12-06 21:10:47 | 122.78 | 98% |
| 16588 | 2020-07-09 06:14:42 | 112.08 | 98% |
| 10836 | 2020-03-15 21:21:45 | 101.37 | 98% |
| 10812 | 2020-03-15 18:55:28 | 96.36 | 96% |
| 9923 | 2020-02-28 02:38:07 | 98.39 | 97% |