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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21172 | 2019-10-31 17:05:39 | 74.74 | 98% |
| 16309 | 2018-04-01 11:53:43 | 75.52 | 98% |
| 15672 | 2018-03-01 17:12:41 | 73.72 | 98% |