Kryten: Sir, I just can't eat any more raw coffee. Lister: [pouring a jar of coffee grounds into his bowl] Two more bowls. Kryten: But I, sir, I am sober, honest! Lister: OK, who are you and why are you here? Kryten: I'm some kind of robot, who's fighting this virus, and none of this exists. It's all in a fever. Except for you guys, who really do exist, only you're not really here, you're really in some spaceship in the future. If that's got to make sense, I don't wanna *be* sober!
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20223 | 2019-05-24 22:14:35 | 86.45 | 98% |
| 18677 | 2019-02-27 02:45:16 | 91.05 | 99% |
| 18082 | 2019-02-02 18:15:12 | 81.64 | 98% |
| 17979 | 2018-09-14 00:43:33 | 81.97 | 98% |