As rapid, alternating wins in the month of April begin to resemble the give and take of a fencing match, The Wordle Freinds enter the piste and then en garde, approach, feint, guard, lunge, parry, riposte, recover, and fleche.
With only 5 games remaining in the month, the race between the Wordle Friends narrows not unlike the osseus hand of the reaper tightens around all of humanity as each month slips away like a grain of sand down the hyberboloid of unidirectional time. ...
Like Virgil leading Dante up mount Purgatorio, the Wordle Friends must pay the price of time, wretched time, oh endless, wretched time, to solve the puzzle and be set free to return their lives. ...
A last-minute communique throws The Wordle Friends into a panic, and they face today's puzzle with teeth grit and muscles kinked. ...
