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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24559 | 2020-09-19 20:15:57 | 94.26 | 96% |
| 20131 | 2020-07-27 19:21:20 | 80.16 | 95% |
| 19852 | 2020-07-27 04:10:01 | 94.17 | 97% |
| 15775 | 2020-05-24 20:29:02 | 69.52 | 95% |
| 11094 | 2020-04-12 17:19:14 | 83.71 | 95% |
| 7397 | 2020-03-21 04:07:27 | 92.38 | 96% |
| 6789 | 2020-03-04 02:27:23 | 90.16 | 97% |
| 6701 | 2020-03-02 05:20:12 | 85.70 | 96% |