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 am that Helen, that very Helen Of Leda, born in the days of old: Men's hearts as inns that I might dwell in: Houseless wander to-night, and cold.
Because man loved me, God takes pity: My ghost goes wailing where was Queen! Alas! my chamber in Troy's tall city, My golden couches, my hangings green!
Wasted fire are the halls they built me, And with salt are the streets I trod, Where they scattered and spices spilt me- Alas, that is a jealous God!
Softly I went on sandals golden j Of love and pleasure I my fill; With Paris' kisses my lids were holden, Nor guessed I, when life went at my will, That the Fates behind me went softlier still.
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
I am that Helen, that very Helen Of Leda, born in the days of old: Men's hearts were as inns that I might dwell in: Houseless I wander to-night, and cold.
Because man loved me, no God takes pity: My ghost goes wailing where I was Queen! Alas! my chamber in Troy's tall city, My golden couches, my hangings green!
Wasted with fire are the halls they built me, And sown with salt are the streets I trod, Where flowers they scattered and spices spilt me- Alas, that Zeus is a jealous God!
Softly I went on my sandals golden j Of love and pleasure I took my fill; With Paris' kisses my lids were holden, Nor guessed I, when life went at my will, That the Fates behind me went softlier still.