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 |
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2938 | 2020-10-08 15:24:16 | 112.17 | 98% |
1876 | 2020-07-06 07:14:03 | 103.78 | 97% |
1449 | 2020-06-16 06:34:24 | 90.74 | 96% |
468 | 2020-05-01 08:35:55 | 102.16 | 97% |