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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9359 | 2020-08-08 18:32:47 | 124.51 | 99% |
| 6595 | 2018-05-15 19:08:22 | 123.75 | 100% |
| 6365 | 2018-04-06 19:12:12 | 107.88 | 99% |
| 5951 | 2018-02-20 03:37:26 | 114.74 | 99% |