
2048
Slide the tiles, merge the matching numbers, keep the board from filling up. The original site has no adverts, no account and remembers your board.
The floor
Twelve reviews, each one written after playing the game on a laptop and on a phone, with the facts we could verify and the snags we ran into. Scores are the average of five marks.

Slide the tiles, merge the matching numbers, keep the board from filling up. The original site has no adverts, no account and remembers your board.

A pixel maze where you grow and smash walls of ice to corner the fruit. Local co-op on one keyboard, no sign-up, and levels short enough to stop after any one.

Bennett Foddy's ragdoll sprint: two keys for the thighs, two for the calves, and a stadium full of people watching you fall over.

Claim territory, watch your balance, and pick the moment to push. Whole matches fit in ten minutes, and nobody ever asks you to sign up.

A browser archery shooter with proper arrow drop, capture-the-flag on castle maps, and a shop stocked entirely with things you can earn.

Sprint, cheese race, survival and live rooms, running on modern guideline rules. Guest play works, there are no adverts, and every run is timed.

Farm the polygons, climb an upgrade tree of thirty-odd tank classes, and try not to be the one who gets flanked. No account, no chat, straight into the arena.

An underwater food chain with eighty-plus creatures to evolve through. Free, no sign-up to start, and the skins cost coins you earn rather than money.

The drawing telephone: a sentence becomes a picture becomes a sentence. Free, anonymous, and far better in a private room with people you know.

A space arena with real progression: gems from asteroids buy ship tiers, and every server builds towards an endgame where respawning stops.

Build an airship out of blocks, crew it with whoever turns up, and fight other crews. Free, endlessly social, and firmly a desktop game.

A free browser puzzle that adds a new password rule every time you satisfy the last one, until the whole thing collapses under its own absurdity.