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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24743 | 2019-07-25 23:36:46 | 105.13 | 96% |
| 23419 | 2019-06-11 02:46:48 | 107.39 | 97% |
| 19512 | 2019-03-19 06:17:26 | 105.56 | 97% |
| 18350 | 2019-02-26 03:57:54 | 97.98 | 96% |
| 5751 | 2018-07-08 12:35:17 | 93.56 | 96% |
| 241 | 2018-03-25 23:10:58 | 108.82 | 98% |