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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47690 | 2019-02-18 07:54:43 | 98.61 | 98% |
| 44643 | 2018-12-30 06:17:58 | 96.48 | 99% |
| 40963 | 2018-10-20 01:10:02 | 88.45 | 98% |
| 39514 | 2018-09-28 05:09:15 | 92.37 | 98% |
| 34713 | 2018-07-12 03:37:21 | 97.27 | 98% |
| 28037 | 2018-01-16 05:06:27 | 82.72 | 96% |
| 27139 | 2017-12-27 08:41:58 | 85.44 | 97% |
| 19803 | 2017-07-12 05:43:05 | 90.91 | 97% |
| 19579 | 2017-07-08 02:33:32 | 89.19 | 97% |
| 19353 | 2017-07-02 19:43:38 | 87.21 | 97% |