F1 22 Link

Then came the complex. Turns Five, Six, Seven. A snake of direction changes. The ghost of his old lap, a translucent red car, was glued to his gearbox. He could see its rear wing wiggling, mocking him. He was the ghost now.

He saved the replay, leaned back, and smiled. Tomorrow, he would chase this ghost. And he hoped, with everything he had, that he would lose. Then came the complex

Leo let go of the wheel. His hands were trembling. His t-shirt was damp. The room was silent except for the idle burble of the virtual Ferrari. Then came the complex. Turns Five