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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11870 | 2018-09-28 06:49:25 | 44.37 | 96% |
| 8343 | 2018-05-14 14:38:43 | 49.90 | 96% |
| 3362 | 2018-03-19 07:00:48 | 50.29 | 97% |