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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40707 | 2018-04-29 01:31:02 | 81.84 | 98% |
| 40564 | 2018-04-28 11:35:12 | 76.28 | 96% |
| 39701 | 2018-04-23 01:41:55 | 83.66 | 97% |
| 37367 | 2018-04-09 08:21:13 | 83.01 | 97% |
| 30883 | 2018-02-02 21:44:32 | 65.57 | 95% |
| 30611 | 2018-02-01 14:31:22 | 76.88 | 96% |
| 21460 | 2017-11-17 07:22:40 | 70.56 | 97% |
| 12673 | 2017-09-21 21:13:52 | 58.36 | 96% |