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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 63590 | 2020-11-05 18:47:21 | 132.63 | 99% |
| 60254 | 2020-09-18 13:31:00 | 131.00 | 99% |
| 57510 | 2020-04-24 02:18:15 | 135.58 | 98% |
| 53600 | 2020-01-02 00:31:33 | 117.26 | 98% |
| 53312 | 2019-12-28 10:27:26 | 130.36 | 98% |
| 43359 | 2018-11-11 10:31:53 | 113.43 | 97% |
| 40029 | 2018-08-15 23:09:02 | 107.97 | 98% |