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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21813 | 2019-10-30 22:33:14 | 107.33 | 99% |
| 10151 | 2018-11-08 01:33:32 | 98.05 | 98% |
| 3591 | 2018-04-16 22:52:09 | 114.44 | 99% |