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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7861 | 2020-03-02 17:46:57 | 87.72 | 98% |
| 6831 | 2019-09-25 16:40:28 | 94.68 | 98% |
| 5587 | 2019-05-28 15:24:18 | 90.12 | 97% |
| 540 | 2018-07-03 09:48:57 | 88.75 | 97% |