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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 69197 | 2019-02-07 05:02:24 | 107.19 | 98% |
| 64170 | 2018-12-13 02:47:57 | 133.53 | 99% |
| 61831 | 2018-11-22 01:50:55 | 130.50 | 99% |
| 61234 | 2018-11-17 19:33:03 | 116.24 | 98% |
| 61030 | 2018-11-15 13:50:28 | 137.96 | 100% |