| Invictus | % Correct |
|---|---|
| For my unconquerable {soul}. | 100%
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| In the fell clutch of {circumstance}, | 100%
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| My head is bloody, but {unbowed}. | 100%
|
| Black as the pit from pole to {pole}, | 94%
|
| I have not winced nor cried {aloud}. | 94%
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| I thank whatever gods may {be} | 94%
|
| Out of the night that covers {me} | 94%
|
| I am the master of my {fate}: | 88%
|
| I am the captain of my {soul}. | 81%
|
| It matters not how strait the {gate}, | 81%
|
| Under the bludgeonings of {chance} | 81%
|
| Beyond this place of wrath and {tears} | 75%
|
| Finds, and shall find, me {unafraid}. | 75%
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| Looms but the Horror of the {shade}, | 75%
|
| And yet the menace of the {years} | 63%
|
| How charged with punishments the {scroll}, | 63%
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