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 |
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125664 | 2020-12-17 03:45:40 | 147.72 | 97% |
125531 | 2020-12-10 22:27:58 | 166.71 | 99% |
115188 | 2020-01-17 20:10:11 | 138.09 | 97% |
110910 | 2019-10-14 18:34:49 | 149.35 | 98% |
107541 | 2019-08-30 20:16:07 | 156.58 | 98% |
100730 | 2019-04-01 04:08:53 | 142.92 | 98% |
93446 | 2019-02-21 02:07:48 | 136.36 | 97% |
84339 | 2018-12-05 01:50:15 | 143.64 | 98% |
73266 | 2018-10-04 20:34:15 | 127.93 | 97% |
69881 | 2018-09-21 19:02:29 | 128.40 | 97% |
60438 | 2018-08-08 00:13:30 | 121.64 | 96% |
55186 | 2018-06-22 02:59:31 | 115.89 | 96% |
51706 | 2018-05-18 04:44:36 | 130.71 | 97% |
48376 | 2018-02-16 05:28:36 | 108.91 | 97% |
45960 | 2018-01-22 19:15:59 | 109.11 | 96% |