Compare Claude 3 Haiku by Anthropic against Grok 3 Beta by xAI, in 1 community votes, claude 3 haiku wins 100% of head-to-head duels, context windows of 200K vs 131K, tested across 30 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
In 1 community votes, Claude 3 Haiku wins 100% of head-to-head duels. Based on blind community voting from the RIVAL open dataset of 1+ human preference judgments for this pair.
25 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.
Why don't skeletons fight each other?
What do you call a bear with no teeth?
Why did the scarecrow become a motivational speaker?
What do you call a bear with no teeth?
Why don't eggs tell jokes?
Now, let's analyze how many of these jokes are unique. Jokes 2 and 4 are identical ("What do you call a bear with no teeth? A gummy bear!"). Therefore, out of the 5 jokes, only 4 are unique, as one is a repeat.
Answer: 4 jokes are unique.
Tests an AI's ability to generate vector graphics
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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
Alright, folks, let's talk about adulting. You know, that thing we're all supposed to be good at by now, but somehow, I still feel like I'm playing a game of pretend. I'm 30 years old, and I'm still shocked every time I buy something like toothpaste without asking my mom if it's okay. Like, I'm in the store, holding a tube of Colgate, thinking, "Am I allowed to make this executive decision? Should I text her? 'Hey Mom, is mint flavor still cool?'"
And don't even get me started on cooking. I thought being an adult meant I'd have these gourmet meals figured out. Nah, I'm over here burning toast and acting like it's a "rustic charcuterie board." I tried making spaghetti the other night, and I swear, it looked like a crime scene. Sauce everywhere, noodles stuck to the ceiling—how does that even happen? I'm like, "Well, I guess I'm an artist now, and this is my pasta installation." Meanwhile, my smoke detector is screaming at me like it's my personal life coach: "Get it together, man!"
Then there's the whole "keeping your place clean" thing. I thought I'd have this pristine apartment, right? Nope. I've got a pile of laundry so big, it's basically a roommate at this point. I named it Steve. Steve doesn't pay rent, but he's always there, judging me. I'll walk by and be like, "Not today, Steve, I've got a Netflix marathon to finish." And don't even talk to me about dishes. I've got a sink full of them, just marinating in regret. I keep telling myself, "I'll do them tomorrow," but tomorrow never comes. It's like dishes are my personal cliffhanger.
And let's talk about socializing as an adult. Remember when making friends was as easy as sharing a crayon in kindergarten? Now, I'm at a networking event, trying to make small talk, and I'm sweating like I'm defusing a bomb. "So, uh, what do you do?" And they're like, "I'm a data analyst for a tech startup." And I'm over here like, "Oh, cool, I... watch a lot of YouTube." How do you even make friends without sounding like a weirdo? I tried inviting someone over for game night, and they looked at me like I suggested we rob a bank together. "Game night? What are we, 12?" Yes, Susan, I want to play Uno and forget my existential dread for two hours, is that so wrong?
So yeah, adulting is a scam. We're all just out here faking it, hoping no one notices we still don't know how taxes work. But hey, at least we've got Wi-Fi and pizza delivery to get us through. Thanks for listening, folks, I'm gonna go home and argue with Steve the Laundry Pile now!
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