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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20627 | 2019-01-25 16:03:44 | 77.07 | 97% |
| 18939 | 2018-09-15 16:15:12 | 134.40 | 99% |
| 8800 | 2017-07-25 16:05:42 | 116.08 | 98% |