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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27543 | 2020-02-18 07:26:35 | 85.36 | 98% |
| 25141 | 2019-12-02 13:57:17 | 79.68 | 97% |
| 23174 | 2019-09-23 12:02:12 | 78.89 | 96% |
| 12028 | 2019-05-09 14:50:12 | 77.76 | 97% |
| 6879 | 2019-03-28 17:32:39 | 69.27 | 96% |
| 4267 | 2019-03-01 11:22:50 | 78.54 | 97% |
| 2602 | 2018-12-28 14:46:25 | 71.02 | 96% |