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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10159 | 2019-02-09 19:29:35 | 65.81 | 96% |
| 10027 | 2019-01-23 20:22:52 | 70.76 | 95% |
| 4944 | 2017-12-01 14:47:34 | 66.78 | 94% |
| 3404 | 2017-08-19 18:28:35 | 59.49 | 94% |