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 |
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28137 | 2019-06-18 22:04:20 | 130.18 | 98% |
23080 | 2019-02-09 18:57:06 | 147.59 | 99% |
21032 | 2019-01-18 18:36:16 | 143.54 | 99% |
19494 | 2019-01-10 19:58:48 | 138.04 | 99% |