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You're On Mute
You started talking. You're muted. Hit the mic before your point dies.
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5 rounds. Wait for the red screen, then tap anywhere as fast as you can. Tap too early and everyone hears your keyboard.
You started talking. You're muted. Hit the mic before your point dies.
🎙️
5 rounds. Wait for the red screen, then tap anywhere as fast as you can. Tap too early and everyone hears your keyboard.
Five rounds. Each one starts with you mid-sentence, making the single best point of your professional life, to an audience that cannot hear a word of it. At some unpredictable moment the screen goes red and screams YOU'RE ON MUTE. Tap. Your reaction time is measured in milliseconds and averaged across all five rounds. Tap before the red screen and it counts as a false start — the digital equivalent of unmuting while chewing, which everyone heard, and nobody will mention.
Free play randomises the waits. The daily challengedoes not. Every player in the world gets an identical sequence of five waits, generated from a seed derived from today's UTC date, which means the only variable left is you. You get one scored attempt per day. Replays are welcome and clearly marked unranked, because a leaderboard where you can grind forty attempts is not a leaderboard, it's a patience contest. The board resets at midnight UTC. So does everybody's smugness.
Play on consecutive days and the game counts your streak: Day 4 of pretending to pay attention. There is no prize. There is only the number, quietly incrementing, the way your calendar does.
A simple visual reaction time sits somewhere around 250 milliseconds for a rested adult. The panic-unmute is not a simple visual reaction. It is a visual reaction stacked on top of a social-humiliation response, a frantic hunt for a microphone icon that moved in the last software update, and the dawning realisation that you have been talking to yourself for eleven seconds. The eye sees the red. The brain routes it through the department that handles shame. Only then does the hand move. That detour is why real-world unmute times are catastrophically worse than lab reaction times, and it is the entire premise of this game.
Things that make you slower: a second monitor, a hot drink, a meeting you were not listening to, and any sentence that begins “quick question for whoever owns this.” Things that make you faster: caffeine, a trackpad you have made peace with, and the specific dread of having your name said out loud.
Post a daily score and you land on the global top 50 for that date, ranked ascending, fastest average first, with your row highlighted so you can screenshot it for a channel nobody asked you to post in. Scores faster than 80 ms are rejected as inhuman, and anything above 5 seconds is not a reaction time, it is a lifestyle. Only your best submission of the day is kept, so an accidental fat-fingered 900 ms will not haunt you.
The leaderboard is a public wall of names on a comedy website; treat it accordingly. No account, no email, no tracking of who you are — just a display name you chose and a number you earned. Under 300 ms average puts you in genuinely rare company. Under 250 and we would like to know what you do for a living, because it is clearly not attending meetings.