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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14578 | 2018-03-26 13:04:16 | 102.27 | 99% |
| 10974 | 2017-12-15 15:05:39 | 94.74 | 96% |
| 10966 | 2017-12-15 14:53:27 | 96.42 | 97% |
| 7831 | 2017-10-06 18:26:43 | 96.25 | 97% |
| 6596 | 2017-09-14 21:28:03 | 91.00 | 97% |
| 6197 | 2017-08-29 15:14:02 | 91.52 | 97% |
| 4470 | 2017-07-28 11:40:18 | 91.63 | 97% |