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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11408 | 2020-03-04 01:16:43 | 132.02 | 100% |
| 7601 | 2019-03-22 22:35:38 | 119.30 | 98% |
| 4131 | 2018-09-08 20:23:53 | 95.92 | 98% |