... I could believe it. There could be a gang of them, or they've developed a program that can be precisely timed for every part. Otherwise, I really don't know how they could have done it.

[ Ivan reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a sheet of origami paper and a pen. He scribbles down his username and then slides the paper to Marty. ]

It'll probably be easier to find the levels using my username than having to type in long strands of numbers and letters.