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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41853 | 2018-01-07 05:07:54 | 146.38 | 99% |
| 40922 | 2018-01-04 00:34:46 | 137.49 | 99% |
| 40465 | 2018-01-01 01:33:56 | 123.97 | 96% |
| 40361 | 2017-12-31 23:54:23 | 135.21 | 98% |
| 39475 | 2017-12-21 19:49:48 | 123.14 | 98% |
| 37878 | 2017-12-06 19:27:40 | 136.91 | 99% |
| 34129 | 2017-11-05 21:25:22 | 114.83 | 97% |
| 13092 | 2017-09-12 23:04:51 | 114.50 | 98% |