"Okay, West, c'mon. You practiced this." Wally repeats to himself as he jumps up and down repeatedly, probably ruining the soft grass beneath his feet. His gaze is fixated on the barely visible stop sign in the distance, his eyes filled with determination.

He's been trying to reach said sign in under five seconds for what felt like months now, yet every time he manages to come close, he's never quite there. It doesn't help that the road is fairly lively whenever he comes over, which causes delays in his run. This time, however, he made sure to run at a later time, no cars in sight besides the occasional loser who works night shift.

He breathes in and out before narrowing his eyes and taking off. One Speedster, one goal and someone casually walking over the street with a cup of coffee in their hand. Wally, with little to no time to react, quickly tries to maneuver around the other man, an action that leads him to stumble and fall straight into the water fountain near the park.

"Aw, man." Wally whines out as he shakes his head, trying to clear it of water. Sure, he probably just saved someone a hospital trip by not running them over, but his time was finally starting to look right!