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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13311 | 2019-12-08 10:15:44 | 72.77 | 98% |
| 11665 | 2019-10-09 20:26:31 | 65.45 | 96% |
| 8693 | 2019-08-08 09:58:06 | 65.53 | 96% |
| 7725 | 2019-07-28 09:05:07 | 61.23 | 96% |
| 513 | 2019-01-13 14:59:15 | 54.61 | 97% |