thresheld. . . for lo, the winter's past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, and the dove's voice is heard in our land.
That—works, doesn't it? We're missing the scorable voice gram, but I thought. . . well, if we're only starting. That something short might do, as long we got some idea of the sound quality. Anyway, usually those algorithms count stresses, so. . .
—oh. It's fine, I think! We're doing fine.
Just listening can't be a bad place to start.