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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9865 | 2019-07-16 03:03:52 | 70.63 | 96% |
| 8955 | 2019-04-11 01:25:41 | 75.76 | 97% |
| 7104 | 2018-12-17 22:21:16 | 71.86 | 97% |