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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22840 | 2019-07-18 10:19:32 | 147.76 | 98.8% |
| 14175 | 2018-06-26 22:57:24 | 129.08 | 97.9% |
| 14000 | 2018-06-15 22:31:07 | 122.74 | 97.1% |
| 2200 | 2017-09-03 16:05:31 | 112.77 | 97% |