Skipstone vs Lullabird

Pick a stone. Drag back. Let it fly. Skipstone is a one-thumb arcade game about the simple pleasure of skipping a rock across still water. Flat, fast throws skip the most — a steep one sinks. Tap as the ring closes on each splash to land a Perfect and keep your speed. String them together and the stone just keeps going. CROSS THE FAR SHORE Eight lakes, each with its own water, weather and trouble. Gust zones shove the stone off line. Logs drift where you meant to land. Lily pads launch you, ducks pay out, and sharks are exactly as welcome as they sound. Reach the far shore and the next lake opens. UPGRADE YOUR THROW Twelve upgrades across the thrower, the stone and the lake itself — arm strength, spin, polish, timing, splash saves and more. Every lake you cross raises the ceiling on all of them. COLLECT STONES AND GEAR Unlock stones that each handle differently, set gems into their sockets, and earn skins that bring a move of their own: dive for a flatter landing, rewind a missed skip, float a little further before the next splash. PLAY A SEASON A thirty-tier Season Trail that fills as you throw, with a free track and a premium one. Daily challenges to chase, and a boost just for showing up. No account. No timers. No waiting to play. Just you, the water, and one more throw.

In an old apartment building, someone is always awake. Up on the roof lives a parrot who has learned every song that drifts through the thin walls. Every night it sings a neighbor's lullaby and puts them to sleep, one flat at a time. It just doesn't have a lullaby of its own. HOW TO PLAY A window lights up when a neighbor is tossing and turning. Tap it, and the song reaches them. That's all there is — nothing to memorize, nothing to count. THE SONG PLAYS ITSELF The lullaby carries on whether you tap or not. Each window lights up just before its note, so the music tells you when to look. THE NIGHT GETS LATE 11 pm, midnight, 1 am… every time the song comes around it gets a little faster, and one more instrument joins in: the left hand, then the cello, then the strings. Last until midnight and the neighbor falls asleep. The parrot always nods off last. YOUR NEIGHBORS Brahmsy in 302, a sparrow who moved in today and can't sleep in a strange room. Pachelbelle in 201, a flamingo who has only ever sung Canon at other people's weddings. Beethowl in 103, an owl who keeps a light on all night while everyone else needs the dark. Each one leaves seeds to thank you, enough to welcome the next neighbor in. • Three classical lullabies, played by a small chamber ensemble • No timers, no ads, no accounts, no sign-in • Plays fine on mute — the lights and the buzz are enough