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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26212 | 2019-06-18 23:08:14 | 124.46 | 98% |
| 16803 | 2019-03-09 16:14:25 | 122.53 | 98% |
| 2808 | 2018-10-03 19:38:45 | 115.11 | 98% |
| 1166 | 2018-05-08 15:09:12 | 129.18 | 99% |