Invictus | % Correct |
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Black as the pit from pole to {pole}, | 100%
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For my unconquerable {soul}. | 100%
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I am the master of my {fate}: | 100%
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I have not winced nor cried {aloud}. | 100%
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In the fell clutch of {circumstance}, | 100%
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I thank whatever gods may {be} | 100%
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My head is bloody, but {unbowed}. | 100%
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Out of the night that covers {me} | 100%
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I am the captain of my {soul}. | 91%
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It matters not how strait the {gate}, | 91%
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Finds, and shall find, me {unafraid}. | 82%
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Under the bludgeonings of {chance} | 82%
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Beyond this place of wrath and {tears} | 73%
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How charged with punishments the {scroll}, | 73%
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Looms but the Horror of the {shade}, | 73%
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And yet the menace of the {years} | 64%
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