Compare OpenAI Codex Mini and GPT-4.1, both from OpenAI, in 2 community votes, openai codex mini and gpt-4.1 are closely matched, context windows of 200K vs 1.0M, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
In 2 community votes, OpenAI Codex Mini and GPT-4.1 are closely matched. Based on blind community voting from the RIVAL open dataset of 2+ human preference judgments for this pair.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Sure—here are five jokes:
All five are distinct. Number of unique jokes: 5.
Sure! Here are 5 jokes:
Why don't skeletons fight each other?
They don't have the guts.
Why did the scarecrow win an award?
Because he was outstanding in his field.
What do you call fake spaghetti?
An impasta.
Why did the math book look sad?
Because it had too many problems.
What do you call cheese that isn't yours?
Nacho cheese.
How many are unique?
All 5 jokes are unique; none are repeated.
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
[Comedian walks onstage]
Hey, everyone! Great to see you all tonight. I'm Jamie—if you thought that intro was enthusiastic, you should've seen me when I realized this place has Wi-Fi.
Seriously, though, I love stand-up. For one thing, I get to share all the weird stuff I secretly do in my apartment… and instead of calling the cops, you guys just laugh. That's high-quality entertainment right there.
So, the other day I'm in the self-checkout lane at the grocery store—because I'm the kind of person who's thrilled by the thought of scanning my own kale. Of course, there's always that one person holding up everyone behind them because they can't figure out how to scan a cucumber. Meanwhile, the machine flashes: "UNEXPECTED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA." It's staring at me like it's personally offended that I tried to buy almonds in instead of potato chips. I'm over here trying to reason with it:
"Look, buddy, I'm just trying to eat slightly healthier. Isn't that what we all want?"
Then it asks me, "Do you want a produce discount?" The only discount I want is one that lets me leave this line five minutes ago. I press "No," and the machine glares at me with a red light and calls for help like I'm smuggling avocados under my shirt.
My phone has ruined me. I can't have any thought longer than three seconds without Instagram interrupting me. I'll be in the shower—fresh shampoo, head full of suds—and in my brain:
"Did my neighbor's cat post another selfie? I need to check."
Fifteen minutes later I'm drying off, scrolling through cats wearing sweaters. Why are cats always more photogenic than me? They don't even try. They're just like, "You feed me, you click 'Like.'" I wish I could have a boundary like that—"Hey, you gave me pizza once; you can go ahead and like my vacation photos."
Anyone here stuck in a group chat you can't escape? There's always that one friend who forwards the exact same video one hundred times, and everybody else thinks it's the highlight of their week. I just mute my phone like it's an ex sending memes at 2 a.m. Then I wake up at dawn, bleary-eyed, thinking, "What did I miss?" I open my phone—and it's Bob celebrating his new air-fryer chicken recipe for the fifth time. Meanwhile, I burned my eggs so badly this morning that my smoke alarm filed a restraining order against me.
I decided to get in shape. I downloaded one of those workout apps promising "six-pack abs in six weeks." After day one, I collected six new excuses why I can't work out:
Yesterday I finally ran so hard I passed out. When I came to, my neighbor was standing over me yelling, "You know you're not supposed to lean on lampposts, right?" I told him, "As soon as lampposts start offering aerodynamic support, I'll consider trusting them."
Alright, folks, that's my time. If you ever feel judged by a machine or betrayed by a group chat, come find me—I'll be the one in the self-checkout line, trying to convince a barcode scanner that kale is, in fact, a food. Thanks so much—you've been awesome!
Hey everyone! Great to be here. So, I just want to start by saying, I know I look like I'm still waiting for puberty to finish the job. Like, my barber always asks if my mom's okay with the haircut.
I'm at that age where the real milestone isn't getting married or buying a house — it's figuring out how to sleep without injuring myself. Like last week, I woke up with a cramp in my neck and somehow a pulled hamstring. My best guess? I was doing CrossFit in my dreams.
You ever realize adulthood is just Googling things your parents seemed to magically know? Like, my dad could build a bookshelf from scratch — I Google "how to boil water" and still check the comment section for tips. And people say, "Oh, you just follow your instincts!" Well, my instincts say Taco Bell is good food and that you can fix electronics by swearing at them. So, maybe not.
Now, some people say technology makes life easier, but honestly, I think my phone exists just to judge me. The "screen time" notification pops up every Sunday? "You averaged seven hours of screen time a day." Seven hours?! What am I — a bat? Am I just hanging upside down scrolling memes all night?
And when did every app become a subscription? Like, I can't even sneeze anymore without being asked if I want to upgrade to Sneeze Premium. "For just $4.99 a month, we'll throw in a tissue and reduce your ads by 20%."
Dating apps, too. When did dating go from meeting someone at a bar to doing a full marketing campaign on yourself? Bios are like: "I love adventure, I'm a foodie, and I really value authenticity." But you meet them and it's just, "So, uh, do you want to split this mozzarella stick?"
You ever notice no one drinks just water anymore? Everyone's drinking some special water — "This is glacier water, harvested by monks." I drink tap water and people act like I'm taking shots of bleach. "Are you okay? Did you lose a bet?"
And the gym — oh man, people at the gym are either training for the Olympics or just using the massage chairs for three hours. There's no in-between. I tried a Zumba class once. "It'll be fun!" they said. Forty-five minutes in, I'm sweating out things I ate in 2017. Pretty sure I cried out a Skittle.
Anyway, you've all been great. Remember: drink your monk water and don't trust your phone. Have a good night!
Tests an AI's ability to create interactive web elements
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.
Recreate a classic, retro, macOS Desktop UI — make it interactive and nostalgic, make it as interactive as you can, you can be creative.. Feel free to showcase your skills. The entire application must be a single-page self-contained HTML file.
