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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6311 | 2019-04-08 16:39:20 | 105.53 | 99% |
| 6171 | 2018-12-18 21:05:54 | 100.41 | 99% |
| 5752 | 2018-07-27 18:03:50 | 99.78 | 100% |
| 65 | 2017-07-21 21:24:20 | 56.78 | 97% |