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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29200 | 2021-04-30 21:00:43 | 165.29 | 98% |
| 24517 | 2020-08-14 06:12:01 | 161.72 | 97% |
| 10475 | 2019-01-27 22:53:56 | 151.91 | 98% |
| 3013 | 2018-04-24 03:21:52 | 158.94 | 98% |
| 1381 | 2018-02-23 22:42:47 | 145.60 | 98% |