A cloze game is a reading comprehension activity where certain words are removed from a text and you need to fill in the blanks with the correct words. This helps improve vocabulary, reading comprehension, and understanding of context.
Type In Mode
In this mode, you can:
Type your answers directly into the blank spaces
Get instant feedback as you type - correct answers show green, incorrect show red
Use the keyboard for faster input and navigation
Submit answers to check your overall progress
Drag & Drop Mode
Switch to Drag & Drop mode to:
Drag words from the word bank and drop them into blank spaces
Click on words in the bank to automatically fill blanks
Click on blanks to select or clear them
Game Features
Word Skip Selector: Choose how frequently words are removed (every 4th, 5th, 6th word, etc.)
Progress Bar: Shows your completion percentage
Color Feedback: Green for correct answers, red for incorrect ones
Audio Player: Listen to the musical arrangement while you play
Show Missing Words: View all the correct answers if you need help
Reset Game: Start over with the same poem
New Game: Get a different random poem
Print Poem: Print the poem with blanks for offline practice
Winning
When you fill all the blanks correctly, you'll see a congratulations message and confetti animation! The progress bar will show 100% completion.
Tips
Read the entire poem first to understand the context
Look for grammatical clues (verb tense, articles, etc.)
Use the audio player to hear the rhythm and flow
Start with easier word skip settings (like every 8th word) and work your way up
Don't be afraid to use "Show Missing Words" if you get stuck!
Try both Type In and Drag & Drop modes to see which you prefer
Missing Words
I sat before my glass one day, And conjured a vision bare, Unlike the aspects glad and gay, erst were found reflected there — The vision of woman, wild With more than womanly despair.
Her hair back on either side A face bereft of loveliness. had no envy now to hide What once no on earth could guess. It formed the thorny aureole hard, unsanctified distress.
Her lips were open — not sound Came though the parted lines of red, Whate'er was, the hideous wound In silence and secret bled. sigh relieved her speechless woe, She had no voice speak her dread.
And in her lurid eyes there The dying flame of life's desire, Made mad because hope was gone, And kindled at the leaping fire jealousy and fierce revenge, And strength that could not nor tire.
Shade of a shadow in the glass, set the crystal surface free! Pass — as the visions pass — Nor ever more return, to be ghost of a distracted hour, That heard me whisper, "I am she!"
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
I sat before my glass one day, And conjured up a vision bare, Unlike the aspects glad and gay, That erst were found reflected there — The vision of a woman, wild With more than womanly despair.
Her hair stood back on either side A face bereft of loveliness. It had no envy now to hide What once no man on earth could guess. It formed the thorny aureole Of hard, unsanctified distress.
Her lips were open — not a sound Came though the parted lines of red, Whate'er it was, the hideous wound In silence and secret bled. No sigh relieved her speechless woe, She had no voice to speak her dread.
And in her lurid eyes there shone The dying flame of life's desire, Made mad because its hope was gone, And kindled at the leaping fire Of jealousy and fierce revenge, And strength that could not change nor tire.
Shade of a shadow in the glass, O set the crystal surface free! Pass — as the fairer visions pass — Nor ever more return, to be The ghost of a distracted hour, That heard me whisper, "I am she!"