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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 67209 | 2020-03-19 05:22:40 | 114.74 | 98% |
| 33040 | 2019-05-10 15:36:30 | 104.18 | 98% |
| 30503 | 2019-04-14 10:15:44 | 98.41 | 96% |
| 29134 | 2019-04-08 05:28:37 | 94.70 | 97% |
| 28070 | 2019-04-04 11:21:59 | 96.61 | 97% |
| 27206 | 2019-03-30 10:31:04 | 88.30 | 96% |
| 21925 | 2018-10-30 08:12:42 | 103.44 | 97% |
| 20270 | 2018-10-16 02:57:09 | 96.97 | 96% |
| 16751 | 2018-09-12 08:21:00 | 93.50 | 97% |
| 14734 | 2018-08-15 23:09:13 | 92.72 | 97% |
| 7029 | 2018-03-08 22:47:55 | 86.16 | 96% |