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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22348 | 2020-10-17 19:07:52 | 146.81 | 99% |
| 22153 | 2020-08-29 01:01:51 | 137.86 | 99% |
| 21705 | 2020-08-24 23:25:36 | 132.85 | 98% |
| 18540 | 2020-05-05 00:36:59 | 129.77 | 99% |
| 13962 | 2019-07-16 14:03:46 | 135.06 | 98% |
| 11484 | 2019-01-29 02:24:12 | 140.71 | 100% |
| 8293 | 2018-09-10 20:57:30 | 127.15 | 99% |
| 7286 | 2018-07-25 15:02:07 | 129.07 | 98% |
| 6710 | 2018-07-15 10:49:29 | 133.39 | 99% |
| 3216 | 2018-04-12 06:01:06 | 118.75 | 99% |