Statistics for Missing lyrics: Casey at the Bat

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Casey at the bat	% Correct
and Blake, the much {despised}, tore the cover off the ball;	100%
and Casey stood a-watching it in {haughty} {grandeur} there.	100%
and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey {raised} his hand.	100%
and now the air is {shattered} by the force of Casey's blow.	100%
And now the {leather}-{covered} {sphere} came hurtling through the air,	100%
And now the pitcher {holds} the ball, and now he lets it go,	100%
and somewhere men are {laughing}, and somewhere children shout;	100%
and the former was a {lulu} while the latter was a cake	100%
And then when Cooney {died} at first and Barrows did the same,	100%
and they knew that Casey wouldn't let that {ball} go by again.	100%
And when, responding to the cheers, he {lightly} {doffed} his hat,	100%
and when the {dust} {had} {lifted}, and the men saw what had occurred,	100%
a {sickly} {silence} fell upon the patrons of the game.	100%
A straggling few got up to go in {deep} {despair}. The rest	100%
but Casey still {ignored} it, and the umpire said: "Strike two."	100%
But Flynn {let} {drive} {a} {single}, to the wonderment of all,	100%
But Flynn {preceded} Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,	100%
but {one} {scornful} {look} from Casey and the audience was awed.	100%
but there is no {joy} in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.	100%
Close by the {sturdy} {batsman} the ball unheeded sped—	100%
clung to that hope which {springs} {eternal} in the human breast;	100%
defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer {curled} Casey's lip.	100%
{five} {thousand} {tounges} applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.	100%
for Casey, {mighty} Casey, was advancing to the bat.	100%
for there seemed but {little} {chance} of Casey's getting to the bat.	100%
"Fraud!" cried the {maddened} {thousands}, and Echo answered fraud;	100%
From the {benches}, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,	100%
he pounds with {cruel} {violence} his bat upon the plate.	100%
he signaled to the pitcher, and once more the {spheroid} flew;	100%
he stilled the {rising} {tumult}; he bade the game go on;	100%
it knocked upon the {mountain} and recoiled upon the flat,	100%
it rumbled through the {valley}, it rattled in the dell;	100%
"Kill him! Kill the {umpire}!" shouted someone on the stand;	100%
like the {beating} {of} {the} {storm}-{waves} on a stern and distant shore	100%
no {stranger} {in} {the} {crowd} could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.	100%
Oh, somewhere in this {favored} {land} the sun is shining bright;	100%
so upon that {stricken} {multitude} grim melancholy sat,	100%
{Ten} {thousand} {eyes} were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;	100%
"{that} {ain}'{t} {my} {style}" said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.	100%
the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere {hearts} are light,	100%
Then from {five} {thousand} {throats} and more there rose a lusty yell;	100%
Then while the {writhing} {pitcher} ground the ball into his hip,	100%
The {outlook} wasn‘t brilliant for the Mudville Nine that day;	100%
There was {ease} in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;	100%
there was Jimmy {safe} {at} {second} and Flynn a-hugging third.	100%
there was {pride} in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.	100%
the score stood {four} {to} {two}, with but one inning more to play.	100%
The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are {clenched} in hate;	100%
They‘d put up {even} {money} {now}, with Casey at the bat.	100%
They saw his face grow {stern} {and} {cold}, they saw his muscles strain,	100%
they thought, if only Casey could get but a {whack} at that -	100%
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's {visage} shone;	100%