With July properly underway (past the inaugural days but not yet having reached the ides), one Wordle Friend is stopped in his tracks when the ghost of a long-dead tyrant rears his ugly countenance to enact his wretched curse.
After dozens of hours of colaborative puzzle solving, the Wordle Friends have attained a level of strategic insight that is simply beyond the perception...
The Wordle Friends are in a lighthearted mood but that won't prevent them from T-ing C of B.
Having sprung forward, the Wordle Friends are mazed and splenetic but must attempt to solve the puzzle regardless.