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         // and read, however we do not want to cut off content either so such compromise must be made...
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         root.style.fontFamily = "Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"
         root.style.fontSize = `${cssFontSize}px`
-        root.style.whiteSpace = "nowrap"
+        root.style.whiteSpace = "nowrap"
+        root.style.width = "max-content"
 
         function renderFragment(data, html, _this) {
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@@ -110,6 +110,9 @@ h2 {
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+    display: flex;
+    flex-direction: column;
+    align-items: center;
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         margin-right: auto;
-        width: max(30%, 360px);
+        width: max(30%, 512px);
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