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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20171 | 2018-03-06 07:19:37 | 64.46 | 98% |
| 17376 | 2018-02-16 22:25:10 | 62.74 | 98% |
| 14292 | 2017-08-16 06:17:58 | 61.34 | 98% |