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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38578 | 2019-06-17 07:52:32 | 121.11 | 98% |
| 22210 | 2017-08-01 17:26:58 | 83.59 | 98% |
| 21922 | 2017-07-26 16:39:39 | 102.48 | 98% |
| 19952 | 2017-07-08 07:37:55 | 105.80 | 98% |