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Eye Movement Tech en Open Drive: Vehículos de dirección en los dispositivos móviles este verano

Autor : Michael Actualizar : May 28,2025

SpecialEffect está encantado de anunciar el próximo lanzamiento de Open Drive, su innovador juego de conducción diseñado para plataformas iOS y Android. Este verano, los jugadores tendrán la oportunidad única de experimentar este juego completamente gratuito, sin compras ocultas o restrictivas en la aplicación. Lo que se distingue por la transmisión es su uso pionero de la tecnología de cámara de mirada de asistencia, lo que permite a los jugadores controlar el juego usando solo sus movimientos oculares. Al rastrear el movimiento del ojo como un cursor, los jugadores pueden dirigir a la izquierda o a la derecha para recolectar orbes, y una simple mirada a la pantalla registra un toque o haga clic.

Para garantizar la máxima accesibilidad, Open Drive admite una variedad de métodos de entrada. Ya sea que prefiera usar interruptores de accesibilidad, controladores tradicionales o la pantalla táctil de su dispositivo móvil, el juego se adapta perfectamente a su esquema de control elegido. Esta flexibilidad permite a los jugadores personalizar su experiencia de juego de acuerdo con su comodidad y necesidades. Para aquellos que prefieren un ritmo más relajado, Open Drive ofrece la opción de ralentizar el juego, lo que facilita el tiempo de los saltos y recolecta más orbes.

Para obtener más información sobre la tecnología de vanguardia de SpecialEffect, visite su sitio web de Eye Gaze Games. Si está interesado en explorar otros juegos de carreras, consulte nuestra lista de los mejores juegos de carreras disponibles en Android. A medida que el lanzamiento de Open Drive se acerca este verano, manténgase conectado con la comunidad uniéndose a la página oficial de Facebook o visitando el sitio web oficial. También puedes echar un vistazo a las vibraciones y imágenes del juego a través del clip incrustado de arriba.

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