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 |
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10943 | 2020-01-19 20:32:11 | 88.45 | 96% |
6945 | 2019-10-23 00:04:06 | 87.48 | 96% |
6395 | 2019-10-06 17:43:21 | 77.22 | 95% |
2864 | 2019-07-14 22:10:33 | 84.92 | 97% |