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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32285 | 2020-11-25 04:35:01 | 150.39 | 98% |
| 29085 | 2020-09-30 20:17:56 | 162.51 | 98% |
| 27654 | 2020-09-09 19:55:45 | 161.99 | 98% |
| 25509 | 2020-08-16 17:35:27 | 143.86 | 96% |
| 25405 | 2020-08-16 00:52:37 | 173.94 | 99% |
| 25102 | 2020-08-11 00:21:38 | 165.48 | 98% |
| 25017 | 2020-08-08 17:07:01 | 162.93 | 99% |
| 21609 | 2020-06-23 23:07:27 | 147.81 | 98% |
| 10710 | 2020-04-11 19:56:49 | 143.21 | 98% |
| 3554 | 2019-07-04 06:31:05 | 102.03 | 97% |