Pro tip: double tap north south while the ambulance siren flashes to hold the queue; every delay counts toward the fail bar.

My kid loves naming each intersection after family members; apparently Uncle Rob is the guy who always runs the red.

If you are stuck on the six lane clover, try pulsing the outer turns together; it keeps the center lanes from clogging.

Bringing the volume down means I can sneak a few intersections at work; only the click rhythm gives me away.

The late game countdowns feel brutal, but watching a perfect green wave thread through four lanes is pure zen.

I set a personal best by saving the pedestrian button for last; the delay keeps the impatient sports cars honest.

Mastering the airport level took me back to 2009, except now the browsers actually keep the high score for tomorrow.