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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2270 | 2017-08-24 07:29:22 | 59.53 | 96% |
| 1884 | 2017-07-31 20:29:20 | 57.26 | 95% |
| 1421 | 2017-07-19 22:52:48 | 49.41 | 94% |