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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29891 | 2019-08-18 09:47:21 | 135.40 | 98% |
| 20179 | 2019-06-27 14:04:01 | 130.02 | 97% |
| 18170 | 2019-06-13 11:18:02 | 126.20 | 97% |
| 4662 | 2018-04-13 09:23:57 | 137.44 | 98% |
| 1611 | 2018-03-19 15:45:33 | 135.89 | 97% |