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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21303 | 2020-12-13 22:04:08 | 117.48 | 98% |
| 20620 | 2020-12-03 22:30:29 | 110.36 | 97% |
| 17173 | 2020-10-14 03:51:05 | 102.46 | 97% |
| 13606 | 2020-08-19 15:03:31 | 111.84 | 98% |
| 13043 | 2020-08-16 00:21:15 | 106.04 | 98% |
| 12595 | 2020-08-10 23:58:03 | 109.25 | 98% |
| 4129 | 2019-07-31 22:43:21 | 111.89 | 99% |
| 1861 | 2019-05-06 21:58:59 | 104.81 | 99% |