Replay any past riddle. Your streak and stats stay safe.
A fist lands with me; so can a tune, though only one may leave a bruise.
On a horse, I am leather and buckles; on a wall, I may be one tiny sharp point.
I stand in fields where my golden brothers sway, clad in green jackets, we march in array....
One of me beats behind your ribs; another hisses beside a flat bicycle tyre.
My hand circles a clock face; elsewhere, I describe the flaw too small to spot.
After overtime leaves the crowd unsatisfied, he loosens me at the bar.
At midnight I revisit an empty house; by daylight, I linger in a guilty mind.
One may be called this before a first time, yet so may oil untouched by refining.
I dance high above, ever-changing my face; I can bring joy to a picnic or wrath in my pace...
A script gives me dialogue, while everyday life gives me duties; in either case, someone h...