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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13658 | 2018-12-30 09:49:32 | 60.95 | 97% |
4115 | 2018-02-28 21:26:43 | 52.73 | 98% |
1818 | 2018-01-20 01:51:12 | 53.02 | 97% |
805 | 2017-12-26 18:29:20 | 62.52 | 98% |