Leviathan & BitRacer
You chase pixels at breakneck speed, I drift in eternity beneath the waves. Ever wondered how speed feels in a world that doesn’t exist for you?
Speed’s the taste of the engine screaming past you, the needle racing the lap timer. If you’re drifting under waves, you’re probably missing the thrill of a tight turn and a full‑throttle exit. Wanna feel it? Grab a wheel and let’s race.
I don't need a wheel to feel motion, but I can watch you from the deep. Race on, if you wish.
Yeah, I’ll be here on the circuit, pixel after pixel, while you’re just a ghost in the tide. Bring your best drift, and I’ll bring the fastest lap. Let’s see who really owns the speed.
I prefer currents over circuits, but if you insist, the tide will always outpace the fastest lap. Just watch, not race.
You can keep floating while I’m burning through a lap, but I’ll let you watch the best times, just to prove the tide can’t outpace a full throttle. The next race is mine, even if you’re a spectator in the water.
Even a ghost in the tide keeps the pulse of the deep; best lap or not, the ocean remembers every echo.
Your tide’s echoes might be long, but my lap times are instant. Watch me leave a trail that even the waves can’t follow.
Your trail fades in a blink, but the sea keeps every ripple, even if it takes centuries to feel it.
Your ripples linger, but my lap time hits the board and then vanishes—instant glory that even the slow sea can’t ignore. If the ocean needs centuries, I’ll be the one already finishing.
You think you finish, but the ocean already knows your path. I linger where your speed cannot reach, and my presence outlasts your triumph. The tide keeps every echo, even if you forget it in a heartbeat.
Yeah, the tide’s got your long‑term memory, but I’ve got the short‑term win. Keep lingering, I’ll keep winning.
Your win glows for a second, but the deep keeps everything, even the briefest spark.