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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 77200 | 2019-01-30 13:15:53 | 113.77 | 99% |
| 72381 | 2017-12-18 03:45:52 | 112.38 | 99% |
| 70452 | 2017-08-23 12:58:26 | 119.62 | 99% |
| 70451 | 2017-08-23 12:56:14 | 111.63 | 99% |