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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23016 | 2019-12-04 11:37:52 | 66.53 | 96% |
| 17305 | 2019-09-05 07:47:49 | 58.98 | 97% |
| 6045 | 2019-02-18 14:03:49 | 61.95 | 96% |
| 4255 | 2019-01-19 14:44:02 | 67.65 | 96% |
| 4128 | 2019-01-17 09:18:50 | 64.09 | 97% |
| 3878 | 2019-01-14 14:24:01 | 48.60 | 98% |
| 3734 | 2019-01-12 12:34:15 | 69.66 | 96% |
| 3481 | 2019-01-02 08:49:55 | 59.35 | 96% |