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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17673 | 2019-07-23 06:06:34 | 94.43 | 98% |
| 17439 | 2019-06-29 06:12:00 | 93.92 | 98% |
| 16605 | 2019-03-08 21:49:06 | 98.21 | 99% |
| 16441 | 2019-02-28 05:20:46 | 91.95 | 98% |
| 11101 | 2017-09-12 18:55:10 | 89.02 | 99% |
| 10131 | 2017-07-12 15:10:16 | 82.35 | 98% |