There’s also something deeply human about the rhythm of guessing and failing. Each wrong attempt feels like a small stumble, and each correct letter Phrazle feels like progress, like climbing a staircase in the dark and finding your footing again.
There’s also something deeply human about the rhythm of guessing and failing. Each wrong attempt feels like a small stumble, and each correct letter Phrazle feels like progress, like climbing a staircase in the dark and finding your footing again.