As Dr. Albert Einstein once propounded, "God does not play dice with the universe." Perhaps, herr doktor. But in the game of Wordle one must have more than one's wits. Sometimes, regrettably, the Wordle Friends are forced look to the heavens and await the rolling of the die.
Punished by August's vicious difficulty spike, resentment begins to rear its ugly head between the Wordle Friends. But the boys are in this together,...
Thrown by cataclysmic meddling from the New York Times, the Wordle Freinds are nearly unable to play the game. Why can't folks just leave...
Like a massive parade float at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade floating down Central park West, chaos casts its long shadow over the unsuspecting...