The screen began to tear. The "Win" trophies flooded his inventory so fast the sound effect turned into a continuous, deafening screech.
He didn't run; he deleted the distance between himself and the finish line. The stadium became a smear of light. He passed the 50,000-stud mark in a millisecond. Then 1,000,000. He wasn't just winning the race; he was outrunning the game’s ability to render the track. RACE CLICKER INFINITE SPEED SCRIPT
His PC fans roared like a jet engine. On his screen, the Speed counter began to count backward into negative numbers. The screen began to tear