Hark! What sorcery is this?! Thy racing game hath sent mine soul into realms most wondrous! The speed! The glory! The sheer madness upon four wheels!
Yet, good sir, I beseech thee — bestow upon this magnificent beast some optimization, for the poor creature doth occasionally perish beneath its own magnificence.
Aside from this grievous affliction, all is utterly splendid. Thou hast cooked beyond measure. May thy wheels be swift and thy frames per second plentiful.