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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 60837 | 2020-08-18 06:00:24 | 128.54 | 98% |
| 48305 | 2020-06-13 01:07:01 | 121.75 | 98% |
| 46852 | 2020-06-05 04:17:23 | 117.35 | 98% |
| 41619 | 2020-05-10 00:22:24 | 83.95 | 98% |
| 41574 | 2020-05-09 21:54:51 | 116.40 | 98% |
| 26377 | 2020-01-02 03:27:28 | 78.72 | 98% |
| 13606 | 2019-08-12 09:32:01 | 133.66 | 99% |
| 13281 | 2019-08-10 04:02:37 | 90.90 | 97% |
| 12060 | 2019-07-20 02:56:30 | 90.29 | 98% |
| 4592 | 2019-03-17 06:21:22 | 107.67 | 97% |
| 670 | 2018-10-20 03:25:30 | 102.48 | 98% |