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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 56406 | 2019-05-28 12:25:24 | 62.72 | 96% |
| 51411 | 2018-12-31 12:40:35 | 58.23 | 97% |
| 47783 | 2018-07-28 04:45:54 | 61.89 | 96% |
| 47150 | 2018-07-08 13:06:43 | 59.20 | 97% |
| 42936 | 2018-03-02 14:38:33 | 61.59 | 97% |
| 42204 | 2018-02-04 15:46:32 | 55.56 | 98% |
| 36254 | 2017-08-17 11:58:59 | 53.94 | 95% |