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
Amorphous is the mind; its quality Is in its fibre, not its form; If it desire to fly it on wings, Awkwardly, not like a bird At first (though later); the rustle of a thing half-heard Can twist as iron at times is twisted by a wind-storm word after word Can pummel it for hours yet it like a leaf on a still day unstirred.
a man’s habit clings And he will wear tomorrow today he wears.
The mind is happy in the air, happy to be up there with Learning feathers, but man loathes it.
The mind cries “Up! Oh, up! Oh, let me try to fly! Look! I can lift you!” but he smothers its cry; Out of thrift, fear of next year's feathers, he clothes it in years things And tries his best to button across keelshaped breast a coat knobbed out by new wings.
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
Amorphous is the mind; its quality Is in its fibre, not its form; If it desire to fly it puts on wings, Awkwardly, not like a bird At first (though later); the rustle of a thing half-heard Can twist it as iron at times is twisted by a wind-storm or word after word Can pummel it for hours yet leave it like a leaf on a still day unstirred.
But a man’s habit clings And he will wear tomorrow what today he wears.
The mind is happy in the air, happy to be up there with Learning feathers, but the man loathes it.
The mind cries “Up! Oh, up! Oh, let me try to fly! Look! I can lift you!” but he smothers its cry; Out of thrift, and fear of next year's feathers, he clothes it in last years things And tries his best to button across a keelshaped breast a coat knobbed out by new wings.