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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 100562 | 2020-01-01 01:39:24 | 112.27 | 98% |
| 90767 | 2019-03-19 06:17:30 | 97.01 | 96% |
| 89939 | 2019-03-08 07:43:29 | 119.75 | 98% |
| 85081 | 2019-02-08 18:16:36 | 110.86 | 97% |
| 83323 | 2019-01-29 19:09:09 | 98.56 | 98% |
| 77149 | 2018-09-29 00:58:25 | 103.19 | 97% |
| 72220 | 2018-07-30 17:54:07 | 114.36 | 98% |
| 67034 | 2018-06-18 22:20:43 | 112.73 | 98% |
| 58302 | 2017-10-31 19:43:01 | 108.36 | 97% |