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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4200 | 2019-11-07 08:24:40 | 71.50 | 97% |
| 4096 | 2019-10-17 16:35:32 | 59.42 | 95% |
| 2236 | 2019-06-18 16:19:11 | 66.78 | 96% |