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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 68239 | 2020-11-25 00:50:26 | 113.89 | 98% |
| 65070 | 2020-08-22 19:53:15 | 110.88 | 98% |
| 61373 | 2020-03-24 19:55:25 | 111.00 | 98% |
| 46214 | 2019-03-11 20:47:16 | 116.19 | 99% |
| 45825 | 2019-03-06 22:16:57 | 103.86 | 97% |
| 41776 | 2019-01-07 22:48:20 | 109.99 | 98% |
| 40484 | 2018-12-10 23:49:42 | 109.44 | 98% |
| 35384 | 2018-10-13 22:08:16 | 112.74 | 98% |
| 35204 | 2018-10-13 18:37:52 | 109.13 | 98% |
| 29727 | 2018-08-15 18:08:01 | 108.93 | 98% |
| 25647 | 2018-06-19 00:26:53 | 106.29 | 97% |