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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20260 | 2020-07-10 00:10:01 | 160.98 | 97% |
| 18156 | 2019-11-11 23:27:17 | 161.77 | 98% |
| 16657 | 2019-06-01 19:54:58 | 124.31 | 96% |
| 14445 | 2019-01-25 14:08:23 | 145.36 | 97% |
| 14389 | 2019-01-19 17:48:54 | 139.03 | 98% |
| 13537 | 2018-08-23 15:45:50 | 156.97 | 98% |
| 13157 | 2018-08-10 19:34:58 | 170.72 | 99% |
| 12454 | 2018-07-18 14:41:14 | 156.03 | 98% |
| 11088 | 2018-05-17 04:42:39 | 160.64 | 98% |