C:\Users\admin\models_bench\gemma-4-12b-it-qat-q4_0.gguf · server http://erwing · run 2026-10-13 01:17:25 → 2026-10-13 01:26:46
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Composite: 9.1 ✓ 8/8 tests
Speed (median): 21.1 tok/s
Thinking cost: 0 tokens · ≈0s · starved: none
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fib.txt (87 bytes, full file beside this page)def fib(n):
a, b = 0, 1
for _ in range(n):
a, b = b, a + b
return a reasoning.txt (122 bytes, full file beside this page)The phrase "all but 9 die" means that every sheep died except for 9 of them. Therefore, those 9 are the ones remaining.
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constraints.txt (241 bytes, full file beside this page)Gray clouds blanketed the sky as the first heavy drops began to fall. Rain tapped rhythmically against the windowpane, blurring the world outside into a watercolor painting. The air grew cool and heavy with the refreshing scent of wet earth.
json.txt (88 bytes, full file beside this page){"name": "Alice Johnson", "age": 28, "hobbies": ["Photography", "Gardening", "Cycling"]} creative.txt (562 bytes, full file beside this page)The silence of the *Aegis* was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the oxygen scrubbers. Commander Vance pressed his palm against the reinforced glass of the observation deck. Below, the Earth hung like a bruised jewel, its continents scarred by the Great Fire. He was the last human left, the final sentinel tasked with watching the world die in slow motion.
A soft chime echoed in the corridor. Vance froze.
"Who’s there?" he whispered into his headset.
A voice crackled back, warm and familiar. "Dinner’s ready, Dad. Stop staring at the painting."
