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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81311 | 2020-11-30 11:17:31 | 108.36 | 98% |
| 75704 | 2020-10-14 12:43:44 | 100.42 | 96% |
| 53433 | 2019-04-29 22:58:35 | 92.12 | 96% |
| 48415 | 2019-01-28 16:31:08 | 100.17 | 97% |
| 45288 | 2018-12-21 20:26:17 | 103.76 | 98% |
| 44080 | 2018-12-09 15:56:27 | 92.74 | 96% |
| 41372 | 2018-11-14 06:47:02 | 83.27 | 96% |
| 39245 | 2018-10-30 17:14:34 | 93.85 | 97% |
| 31607 | 2018-09-06 05:02:03 | 91.28 | 97% |
| 28193 | 2018-08-09 09:42:24 | 88.25 | 96% |
| 21520 | 2018-06-01 14:44:26 | 88.69 | 96% |
| 15746 | 2018-04-13 01:13:49 | 91.76 | 97% |
| 14874 | 2018-04-07 21:42:34 | 90.57 | 97% |