Compare OpenAI Codex Mini by OpenAI against Qwen: Qwen3 Max by Qwen, context windows of 200K vs 256K, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated April 2026.
OpenAI Codex Mini and Qwen: Qwen3 Max are both competitive models. OpenAI Codex Mini costs $1.5/M input tokens vs $1.2/M for Qwen: Qwen3 Max. Context windows: 200K vs 256K tokens. Compare their real outputs side by side below.
OpenAI Codex Mini is made by openai while Qwen: Qwen3 Max is from qwen. OpenAI Codex Mini has a 200K token context window compared to Qwen: Qwen3 Max's 256K. On pricing, OpenAI Codex Mini costs $1.5/M input tokens vs $1.2/M for Qwen: Qwen3 Max.
No community votes yet. On paper, Qwen: Qwen3 Max has the edge — bigger model tier, newer.
vsAsk them anything yourself
10 fights queued
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Sure—here are five jokes:
All five are distinct. Number of unique jokes: 5.
Here are 5 jokes:
Why don’t skeletons fight each other?
They don’t have the guts.
I told my computer I needed a break…
Now it won’t stop sending me Kit-Kats.
Why did the math book look sad?
It had too many problems.
I asked my dog what’s two minus two.
He said nothing.
What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?
Nacho cheese.
✅ All 5 jokes are unique — no duplicates in setup or punchline.
Answer: 5 are unique.
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!
[Stage lights up. Comedian walks out, grabs mic, squints at audience.]
Alright, alright—settle down. I know, I know… you’re all thinking, “Why did I pay $18 for a drink to hear someone complain about adulting?” And honestly? Fair. I’d be mad too. But stick with me. I’m cheaper than therapy and funnier than your last Zoom call.
So, I tried adulting this week. Bought a plant. Not a dog. Not a kid. A plant. Because I heard plants are “low maintenance.” That’s a LIE. My fern has more drama than my ex. One day I forgot to water it? It dropped a leaf like it was sending me a passive-aggressive Post-it: “Thanks for nothing, Karen.” I apologized to it. Out loud. My roommate walked in and said, “Are you… negotiating with foliage?” YES. And I won.
Then there’s laundry. Why is laundry the emotional support chore of adulthood? You ever pull your favorite shirt out of the dryer and it’s SHRUNK? Like, betrayal-level shrinkage. I’m standing there holding this tiny tee that now says “Property of 2012 Me,” and I’m like, “Was I happier then? Did I eat more pizza? Probably.”
And don’t get me started on grocery shopping. I go in for milk and bread. Come out with artisanal pickles, a wok I don’t know how to use, and a candle that smells like “Nordic Midnight.” What is Nordic Midnight? Is it pine trees and regret? Because that’s what my life smells like.
Online dating? Oh man. I swiped right on a guy whose bio said, “Looking for my partner in crime.” Ma’am, I don’t even jaywalk. The last “crime” I committed was eating my roommate’s yogurt and pretending the lid was already broken. I wrote “innocent until proven lactose intolerant” in my bio. Nobody swiped back.
And why do we still say “Let’s circle back” in emails? Circle back to what? The moon? The disappointment? Just say what you mean. “I’ll ignore this for three business days and then panic.” Be honest. We’re all pretending we know what we’re doing. The CEO? Pretending. The barista who spelled your name “Björk”? Pretending. My plant? Definitely pretending it doesn’t need sunlight.
I tried cooking last week. Made pasta. Simple, right? Boil water, throw noodles in, add sauce. NO. I turned my kitchen into a crime scene. Smoke alarm screaming like it’s seen a ghost. Sauce on the ceiling. I opened all the windows, waved a towel like I was trying to flag down a rescue helicopter. My neighbor yelled, “You okay in there?” I yelled back, “Emotionally? No. But the carbonara’s almost ready!”
And sleep. Who invented sleep? Because I think they’ve never tried it. I get in bed at 11, brain goes: “Hey! Remember that awkward thing you did in 2014? Let’s replay it. In HD. With commentary.” 3 a.m. me is my own worst podcast host.
But you know what? We’re all just out here, pretending we’ve got it together, watering our sad plants, shrinking our favorite clothes, burning our dinners, and swiping left on people who like hiking (who are these mythical hiking people?).
Life’s ridiculous. And that’s okay. Because if we didn’t laugh at it, we’d cry into our Nordic Midnight candles.
Thank you, you’ve been a delight. Tip your waitstaff, water your plants, and for the love of God—check the expiration date on that yogurt.
[Exits to applause, trips slightly on cord. Doesn’t break stride.]
“And THAT’S why I don’t do yoga.”
[Blackout.]
Recreate an interactive, nostalgic Pokémon battle UI in a single HTML file.
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.
