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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 81629 | 2020-02-14 09:16:55 | 103.05 | 97% |
| 79950 | 2020-01-15 01:06:20 | 116.71 | 99% |
| 79949 | 2020-01-15 00:48:40 | 107.12 | 98% |
| 78860 | 2019-12-27 07:21:17 | 113.32 | 98% |
| 67140 | 2019-03-14 06:11:33 | 106.65 | 97% |
| 54129 | 2018-08-21 08:08:54 | 106.31 | 97% |
| 45359 | 2017-12-22 00:59:55 | 106.87 | 98% |
| 45358 | 2017-12-22 00:58:23 | 104.25 | 98% |