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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23610 | 2018-06-23 11:28:29 | 60.10 | 97% |
| 21306 | 2018-02-14 05:19:18 | 57.22 | 97% |
| 19191 | 2017-10-09 11:28:11 | 51.83 | 96% |
| 17729 | 2017-08-16 13:16:10 | 52.24 | 97% |
| 17073 | 2017-07-27 12:50:39 | 54.02 | 97% |