Compare Claude 3 Haiku by Anthropic against GPT-5 by OpenAI, context windows of 200K vs 400K, tested across 28 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
28 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes:
Why can't a bicycle stand up on its own? It's two-tired!
Why do cows wear bells? Their horns don't work!
Why can't a bike stand up by itself? It's two-tired!
Why do cows wear tags? Because their horns don't work!
Why do cows have hooves? Because they lactose!
Out of these 5 jokes, only 4 are unique. The first and third jokes are the same, just with a slight variation in wording.
Unique jokes: 5
Tests an AI's ability to generate vector graphics
Tests an AI's ability to create detailed SVG illustrations of gaming hardware
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
Here's a 3-minute stand-up comedy routine that isn't based on puns:
clears throat and steps up to the mic
Good evening, everyone! It's great to be here with all of you tonight. As you can probably tell, I'm not your typical stand-up comedian. I don't rely on cheap puns or wordplay to get laughs. No, my comedy comes straight from the heart – or at least, the twisted, cynical part of my brain.
You see, I've always been a bit of an outsider. Growing up, I never quite fit in with the cool kids or the jocks. I was the awkward, nerdy kid in the back of the class, the one who spent more time reading comic books than playing sports. And you know what? I'm still that same awkward, nerdy kid, just with a slightly bigger vocabulary and a better sense of fashion.
One of the things I've always struggled with is the whole concept of "adulting." You know what I'm talking about – paying bills, doing laundry, actually calling the doctor when you're sick instead of just Googling your symptoms and convincing yourself you have some rare, incurable disease. It's a lot of work, and quite frankly, I'm not a big fan.
Just the other day, I tried to "adult" by going grocery shopping. Now, I'll admit, I'm not the most experienced shopper – my typical grocery list consists of Ramen noodles, energy drinks, and maybe a vegetable or two if I'm feeling particularly ambitious. But this time, I decided to branch out. I wanted to cook a real, adult meal. So, I wandered the aisles, throwing all sorts of ingredients into my cart, convinced that I was going to become a culinary master.
Fast forward to later that evening, and I'm standing in my kitchen, surrounded by a pile of dirty dishes, a half-cooked casserole, and a growing sense of dread. Turns out, "adulting" is a lot harder than I thought. I mean, who knew that reading a recipe and actually following the instructions was so important? Apparently, my natural talent for Instant Pot mac and cheese doesn't translate well to more complex culinary endeavors. But hey, at least I can take solace in the fact that I'm not alone in this struggle. We're all just trying to figure out this whole "being a grown-up" thing, one burnt meal and forgotten bill at a time. And you know what? That's okay. Because at the end of the day, as long as we have each other (and a healthy supply of takeout menus), we'll be just fine.
Thank you all, and goodnight!
takes a bow and exits the stage
I tried to get my life together, so I bought a smartwatch. Nothing says “I’m taking control” like strapping a tiny judgmental coach to your wrist. It buzzes every hour like, “Time to stand!” I’m like, “I’m on a bus.” It’s like, “Stand emotionally.”
It tracks everything. Sleep, stress, calories, my self-esteem. The other day it congratulated me for a “workout.” I was like, “What did I do?” It said: “You aggressively looked for your keys.” Great. Next week I’ll get a badge for “overthinking at 3 a.m.”
Notifications are out of control. My phone dings like I’m on call for a hospital, but it’s just my group chat: twenty adults sending thumbs-up reactions to a photo of soup. The group chat has subplots. One person’s mad, one person’s on vacation, someone’s dog has opinions. I miss when messages were simple. Now a single “K” can end a friendship.
Streaming services are the same. I have subscriptions to five platforms and somehow there’s still nothing to watch. They keep asking, “Are you still watching?” That’s rude. Don’t check in on me like that. If you care, ask how I’m sleeping. Ask if I’ve seen the sun. Don’t be like, “Hey, pal, still in those same sweatpants?” Yes. We’re a team.
Passwords have gotten ridiculous. Every site wants “eight characters, a capital letter, a number, a symbol, your childhood nickname, and the last four digits of a secret you’ve never told anyone.” Then it’s like, “This password is too weak.” Too weak? It’s stronger than me. I’m using that password to log into my feelings.
And two-factor authentication is a haunted house. I’m sitting at my laptop, it says it texted a code. My phone says it emailed the code. My email says it sent a push notification. My push notification says, “We noticed a suspicious login.” Yeah, it’s me! I look like this.
My mom texts like she’s defusing a bomb. She’ll send one sentence spread across twelve messages. “Hi.” “It’s me.” “Mom.” “Are you busy?” “Don’t worry.” “Everything’s fine.” “Call me.” That is not fine energy. Then she FaceTimes, camera under her chin, ceiling fan spinning like I’m being interrogated.
I tried meditating because everyone says it helps. I downloaded an app that yells at me to relax. Nothing like a British guy at 7 a.m. saying, “Let the thoughts pass like clouds,” while my mind is a tornado hitting a trampoline park. The app sent me a streak reminder. “You missed yesterday.” Oh cool, I’m failing at sitting still.
Self-checkout has turned us into unpaid employees. The machine is like, “Unexpected item in the bagging area.” Yeah, it’s my dignity. I love when it needs approval. I’m standing there holding broccoli like I got carded for vegetables. A teenager with a magic key wanders over like, “You trying to steal lettuce?” No, but ask me again and I might.
Dating apps feel like job interviews where no one has benefits. Every profile is a list of demands. “Be adventurous, love dogs, climb mountains.” Can we meet at a coffee shop and just be honest? “My hobbies are sitting and not climbing.” And stop asking for “someone who doesn’t take themselves too seriously.” You’re holding a fish in 80% of these photos. You are very serious about the fish.
Working from home gave us a new language. “You’re on mute.” “Can you see my screen?” “I think there’s a lag.” That’s not the internet—that’s my personality. I love when someone says, “Let’s take this offline,” and then schedules three more meetings to repeat the meeting we just had. My smartwatch is in the corner like, “Heart rate elevated.” Yeah, because I heard “circle back.”
Anyway, my watch says it’s time to stand. I’m going to consider that a full-body workout and reward myself with soup. I’ll send a photo to the group chat and we will never be free.
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Recreate an interactive, classic Mario level in a single HTML file.
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Tests an AI's ability to create a detailed world map in SVG format
Generate a single-page, self-contained HTML webapp using Tailwind CSS for a randomly chosen category/industry/niche.
Generate SVG art of a randomly chosen animal in a setting of its choosing.
Generate a unique and simple recipe with common ingredients.
