Machine Generated Data
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Amazon
created on 2019-03-22
Clarifai
created on 2019-03-22
template | 99.6 | |
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layout | 98.9 | |
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page | 98.7 | |
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paper | 97.9 | |
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banner | 97.7 | |
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booklet | 96.9 | |
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no person | 96.8 | |
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presentation | 96.7 | |
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blank | 96.5 | |
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stripe | 96.4 | |
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graphic design | 95.9 | |
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label | 93.3 | |
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advertising | 91.5 | |
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empty | 90.6 | |
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restaurant check | 88.3 | |
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clean | 88.1 | |
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design | 87.9 | |
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information | 87.2 | |
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vector | 87 | |
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facts | 86.6 | |
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Imagga
created on 2019-03-22
Google
created on 2019-03-22
Text | 97 | |
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Font | 87.1 | |
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Paper | 70.2 | |
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Document | 60.6 | |
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Paper product | 50.3 | |
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Microsoft
created on 2019-03-22
screenshot | 67.2 | |
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abstract | 61.2 | |
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design | 61.2 | |
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art | 10.1 | |
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Captions
Microsoft
a screenshot of a cell phone | 63.7% | |
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a screenshot from a cell phone | 53.8% | |
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a screenshot of text | 53.7% | |
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Text analysis
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