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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36496 | 2018-10-24 02:02:23 | 99.55 | 98% |
| 32911 | 2018-09-18 19:39:48 | 92.68 | 96% |
| 29621 | 2018-08-09 01:00:39 | 96.20 | 97% |
| 28165 | 2018-07-16 17:49:33 | 104.13 | 98% |
| 22759 | 2018-04-25 02:40:10 | 99.41 | 99% |
| 22437 | 2018-04-21 16:52:25 | 95.23 | 97% |
| 22335 | 2018-04-18 00:46:40 | 96.59 | 97% |
| 17962 | 2018-02-25 01:45:12 | 95.09 | 98% |
| 17607 | 2018-02-21 21:37:44 | 92.41 | 97% |
| 11662 | 2017-10-12 01:50:49 | 96.41 | 98% |