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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18107 | 2017-08-06 04:42:26 | 65.83 | 97% |
| 18038 | 2017-08-04 08:04:17 | 65.66 | 98% |
| 18023 | 2017-08-04 04:47:10 | 61.11 | 97% |
| 17245 | 2017-07-15 04:14:25 | 68.40 | 98% |