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
"There is no God," the wicked saith, "And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have with us It's better only guessing."
"There no God," a youngster thinks, "or really, there may be, He surely did not mean a Always to be a baby."
"There is God, or if there is," The tradesman thinks, "'twere funny If He should take it ill in To make a little money."
"Whether there be," the rich man says, "It matters very little, For I and mine, thank somebody, Are not want of victual."
Some others, also, to themselves, Who scarce so much as doubt it, Think there none, when they are well, And do not about it.
But country folks who live beneath shadow of the steeple; The parson and the parson's wife, And mostly married people;
Youths green and happy first love, So thankful for illusion; And men out in what the world Calls guilt, in confusion;
And almost everyone when age, Disease, or strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like Him.
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
"There is no God," the wicked saith, "And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have done with us It's better only guessing."
"There is no God," a youngster thinks, "or really, if there may be, He surely did not mean a man Always to be a baby."
"There is no God, or if there is," The tradesman thinks, "'twere funny If He should take it ill in me To make a little money."
"Whether there be," the rich man says, "It matters very little, For I and mine, thank somebody, Are not in want of victual."
Some others, also, to themselves, Who scarce so much as doubt it, Think there is none, when they are well, And do not think about it.
But country folks who live beneath The shadow of the steeple; The parson and the parson's wife, And mostly married people;
Youths green and happy in first love, So thankful for illusion; And men caught out in what the world Calls guilt, in first confusion;
And almost everyone when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like Him.