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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12425 | 2019-06-09 05:32:47 | 78.75 | 98% |
| 12320 | 2019-06-07 01:28:04 | 68.10 | 96% |
| 11919 | 2019-05-29 04:45:48 | 72.69 | 97% |