Late on an early spring Sunday the Wordle Friends may be unpunctual, but they remain as sesquipedalian as ever, and so the game weathers on.
Like a child's innocense, like a late winter snowfllake, like a night of passion, a truce can be such a fleeting thing. The Wordle...
As a new season dawns, the Wordle Friends are preoccupied with the most maddening question of our times: must one go broke in order...
As the Wordle Friends rapidly run out of June puzzles, tensions rise and tactics soil.