ASR Benchmark Report

Date: 2026-03-09 11:22:25
Experiments: 168
Engines: 7

Metrics Heatmap

Comparison of all metrics across engine/condition combinations. Green = better, Red = worse. WIP is inverted (higher is better).

Resilience Analysis (Box Plots)

Analyze performance distribution and resilience across different groupings.

whisper-base • None + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 6.06% CER: 2.35% MER: 6.03% WIL: 11.32% WIP: 88.68% Time: 13.93s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide. The face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
whisper-base • None + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 0.87% CER: 0.08% MER: 0.86% WIL: 1.29% WIP: 98.71% Time: 13.93s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
whisper-base • None + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 7.36% CER: 4.63% MER: 7.33% WIL: 13.75% WIP: 86.25% Time: 7.14s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking 13. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide. The face of a man of about 45, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was 39 and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
whisper-base • None + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 2.16% CER: 2.26% MER: 2.16% WIL: 3.85% WIP: 96.15% Time: 7.14s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking 13 winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about 45 with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was 39 and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
whisper-base • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 28.14% CER: 14.36% MER: 27.20% WIL: 44.46% WIP: 55.54% Time: 7.02s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright color day in April and the crops were striking for a team. Winston Smith, his chin, thus with his breast and an effort to escape the fire wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it. The whole waste melt of boiled cabbage and whole ragman's, at one end of it a colored cabbage, too large of a indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide, the face of a round about 45, with a headed black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was known he was trying to lift, even at the best of times it was seldom working and a present the electric colored was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive on preparations for Hedwig. The flat was seven flights up and Winston, who was 39 and had a varicose ulcer that was right anchor, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. The big brother is watching you, the captain of the big round.
whisper-base • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 21.65% CER: 11.68% MER: 20.92% WIL: 34.48% WIP: 65.52% Time: 7.02s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright color day in april and the crops were striking for a team winston smith his chin thus with his breast and an effort to escape the fire wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it the whole waste melt of boiled cabbage and whole ragmans at one end of it a colored cabbage too large of a indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a round about 45 with a headed black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was known he was trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and a present the electric colored was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive on preparations for hedwig the flat was seven flights up and winston who was 39 and had a varicose ulcer that was right anchor went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move the big brother is watching you the captain of the big round
whisper-base • Cathedral + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 28.57% CER: 14.60% MER: 27.62% WIL: 44.87% WIP: 55.13% Time: 7.99s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright color day in April and the crops were striking for a team. Winston Smith, his chin, thus with his breast and an effort to escape the fire wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it. The whole waste melt of boiled cabbage and whole ragman's, at one end of it a colored cabbage, too large of a indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide, the face of a round about 45, with a headed black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was known he was trying to lift, even at the best of times it was seldom working and a present the electric cupboard was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy driving preparations for Hituig. The flat was seven flights up and Winston, who was 39 and had a varicose ulcer that was right anchor, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. The big brother is watching you, the captain of the big round.
whisper-base • Cathedral + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 22.08% CER: 12.01% MER: 21.34% WIL: 34.89% WIP: 65.11% Time: 7.99s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright color day in april and the crops were striking for a team winston smith his chin thus with his breast and an effort to escape the fire wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it the whole waste melt of boiled cabbage and whole ragmans at one end of it a colored cabbage too large of a indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a round about 45 with a headed black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was known he was trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and a present the electric cupboard was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy driving preparations for hituig the flat was seven flights up and winston who was 39 and had a varicose ulcer that was right anchor went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move the big brother is watching you the captain of the big round
whisper-base • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 14.72% CER: 8.56% MER: 14.66% WIL: 26.21% WIP: 73.79% Time: 8.26s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright-coloured day in April, and the clocks were striking 13. Winston Smith, his chin muscled into his breast in an effort to escape the firewind, slipped crutty through the glass doors of victory mansions, they not crutty enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelled of bored cabbage and old rag mats, and one end of it a covered poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. He depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about 45, with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was 39, and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, lifting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
whisper-base • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 9.52% CER: 6.20% MER: 9.48% WIL: 17.00% WIP: 83.00% Time: 8.26s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a brightcoloured day in april and the clocks were striking 13 winston smith his chin muscled into his breast in an effort to escape the firewind slipped crutty through the glass doors of victory mansions they not crutty enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelled of bored cabbage and old rag mats and one end of it a covered poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall he depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about 45 with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was 39 and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly lifting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
whisper-base • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 15.15% CER: 8.48% MER: 15.09% WIL: 26.95% WIP: 73.05% Time: 8.41s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright-coloured day in April, and the clocks were striking 13. Winston Smith, his chin muscled into his breast in an effort to escape the firewind, slipped crutty through the glass doors of victory mansions, they not crutty enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelled of bored cabbage and old rag mats, and one end of it a covered poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. He depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about 45, with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and a present, the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was 39, and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
whisper-base • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 9.52% CER: 6.04% MER: 9.48% WIL: 17.00% WIP: 83.00% Time: 8.41s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a brightcoloured day in april and the clocks were striking 13 winston smith his chin muscled into his breast in an effort to escape the firewind slipped crutty through the glass doors of victory mansions they not crutty enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelled of bored cabbage and old rag mats and one end of it a covered poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall he depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about 45 with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and a present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was 39 and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
whisper-base • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 5.63% CER: 2.28% MER: 5.60% WIL: 10.51% WIP: 89.49% Time: 8.40s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide. The face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
whisper-base • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 0.87% CER: 0.08% MER: 0.86% WIL: 1.29% WIP: 98.71% Time: 8.40s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
whisper-base • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 6.06% CER: 2.43% MER: 6.03% WIL: 11.32% WIP: 88.68% Time: 8.56s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
whisper-base • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 1.30% CER: 0.24% MER: 1.29% WIL: 2.15% WIP: 97.85% Time: 8.56s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
whisper-base • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 75.32% CER: 45.84% MER: 66.41% WIL: 86.85% WIP: 13.15% Time: 17.72s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright color stay and the clock was striking a bit. Wind and the wind is changing up a little bit in the red and in the red and in the red and in the violet. Cliffs quickly through the gloved door of victory management. The knocker can knock to prevent a twirl of gripping down to the lanterns normally. The whole weight of the boyle counted on the whole rack mat. At one end of the color's pose was too large for a new norther to play. A big pack of war. It depicted 50 and in normal form a more than a heap of wine. The fake of a round of about 45. With a heavy black of dark and ruggedly hand-willed. Wind and the make of a dead. It was known even to try and live. Even at the better times it was a bit of a work and a premonial electric color could cut off during day like that. It was part of the economy drive of a rather heavy painting. The black of a feathered light black and wind who was 39 and her American father, that is right after. Went gloved, wrecked and devil-knife on the way. On each landing, opposite the lynch dot, the poster will be in order to make gay and fun of the wall. It was one of those pictures which it focused on to be eye-quality about when you moved. Big brother is watching you for the catching of a big round.
whisper-base • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 71.43% CER: 43.19% MER: 62.98% WIL: 84.03% WIP: 15.97% Time: 17.72s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright color stay and the clock was striking a bit wind and the wind is changing up a little bit in the red and in the red and in the red and in the violet cliffs quickly through the gloved door of victory management the knocker can knock to prevent a twirl of gripping down to the lanterns normally the whole weight of the boyle counted on the whole rack mat at one end of the colors pose was too large for a new norther to play a big pack of war it depicted 50 and in normal form a more than a heap of wine the fake of a round of about 45 with a heavy black of dark and ruggedly handwilled wind and the make of a dead it was known even to try and live even at the better times it was a bit of a work and a premonial electric color could cut off during day like that it was part of the economy drive of a rather heavy painting the black of a feathered light black and wind who was 39 and her american father that is right after went gloved wrecked and devilknife on the way on each landing opposite the lynch dot the poster will be in order to make gay and fun of the wall it was one of those pictures which it focused on to be eyequality about when you moved big brother is watching you for the catching of a big round
whisper-base • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 69.26% CER: 43.96% MER: 64.00% WIL: 85.57% WIP: 14.43% Time: 8.25s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright color of the day and the clock was striking and burning. Windman Smith is chained up with his breath and a letter to the king of the fire wind. He flips quickly through the gloved door of victory man, the knocker crew knocked his event of twirl, gripping down to the lantern and on me. The whole weight of the boy was gathered with a whole rack man and one of his head-colded posters to large green-noughton's play had been tackled in the wall. It depicted 50 and in no other way more than a heap of wine, the fate of a man about 45, with a heavy flag of dark and ruggedly hand-willed beauty, with the wood made of a dead. It was known even before I was living, even at the better time of the day, that was working and the present, the electric color of the cutoff during day like that. It was part of the economy drive of the weather in the evening. The black was then the light-blower and wind, who was 39 and had a barricade bolt of the light-blower went gloved, wrecked and double-knife on the way. On each landing, opposite the lynch-doll, the poster of the enormous fate gave it all the more. It was one of those pictures which it focused on to the eye-coded you about when you moved. Big brother is watching the cutoff of the big round.
whisper-base • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 64.94% CER: 41.42% MER: 60.00% WIL: 82.19% WIP: 17.81% Time: 8.25s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright color of the day and the clock was striking and burning windman smith is chained up with his breath and a letter to the king of the fire wind he flips quickly through the gloved door of victory man the knocker crew knocked his event of twirl gripping down to the lantern and on me the whole weight of the boy was gathered with a whole rack man and one of his headcolded posters to large greennoughtons play had been tackled in the wall it depicted 50 and in no other way more than a heap of wine the fate of a man about 45 with a heavy flag of dark and ruggedly handwilled beauty with the wood made of a dead it was known even before i was living even at the better time of the day that was working and the present the electric color of the cutoff during day like that it was part of the economy drive of the weather in the evening the black was then the lightblower and wind who was 39 and had a barricade bolt of the lightblower went gloved wrecked and doubleknife on the way on each landing opposite the lynchdoll the poster of the enormous fate gave it all the more it was one of those pictures which it focused on to the eyecoded you about when you moved big brother is watching the cutoff of the big round
whisper-base • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 16.88% CER: 9.34% MER: 16.74% WIL: 29.16% WIP: 70.84% Time: 7.32s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright-coloured day in April, and the clocks were striking 13. Winston Smith, his chin muscled into his breast in an effort to escape the firewind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions, they're not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelled of bored cabbage and old rag mats, and one end of it a covered poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. He depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about 45, with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was really him trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during day like hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up. And Winston, who was 39, had a variegated ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
whisper-base • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 10.82% CER: 6.77% MER: 10.73% WIL: 18.57% WIP: 81.43% Time: 7.32s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a brightcoloured day in april and the clocks were striking 13 winston smith his chin muscled into his breast in an effort to escape the firewind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions theyre not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelled of bored cabbage and old rag mats and one end of it a covered poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall he depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about 45 with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was really him trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during day like hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was 39 had a variegated ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
whisper-base • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 16.45% CER: 9.26% MER: 16.38% WIL: 28.85% WIP: 71.15% Time: 8.06s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright-coloured day in April, and the clocks were striking 13. Winston Smith, his chin muscled into his breast in an effort to escape the firewind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions, they not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelled of bored cabbage and old rag mats, and one end of it a covered poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. He depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about 45, with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome fringes. Winston made for the stairs. It was really just trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up. And Winston, who was 39, had a variegated ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
whisper-base • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 10.39% CER: 6.77% MER: 10.34% WIL: 18.21% WIP: 81.79% Time: 8.06s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a brightcoloured day in april and the clocks were striking 13 winston smith his chin muscled into his breast in an effort to escape the firewind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions they not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelled of bored cabbage and old rag mats and one end of it a covered poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall he depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about 45 with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome fringes winston made for the stairs it was really just trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was 39 had a variegated ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster of the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
large-v3-turbo • None + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 4.33% CER: 1.96% MER: 4.31% WIL: 8.04% WIP: 91.96% Time: 39.57s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide, the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
large-v3-turbo • None + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 0.87% CER: 0.08% MER: 0.86% WIL: 1.29% WIP: 98.71% Time: 39.57s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
large-v3-turbo • None + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 4.33% CER: 1.96% MER: 4.31% WIL: 8.04% WIP: 91.96% Time: 39.83s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide, the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
large-v3-turbo • None + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 0.87% CER: 0.08% MER: 0.86% WIL: 1.29% WIP: 98.71% Time: 39.83s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
large-v3-turbo • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 71.86% CER: 70.57% MER: 43.46% WIL: 47.13% WIP: 52.87% Time: 52.67s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it, a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide. The face of a man of about 45, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying to lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
large-v3-turbo • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 67.53% CER: 67.85% MER: 40.84% WIL: 42.12% WIP: 57.88% Time: 52.67s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about 45 with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
large-v3-turbo • Cathedral + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 6.93% CER: 3.45% MER: 6.90% WIL: 12.94% WIP: 87.06% Time: 38.92s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it, a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide. The face of a man of about 45, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying to lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
large-v3-turbo • Cathedral + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 1.37% MER: 2.59% WIL: 4.69% WIP: 95.31% Time: 38.92s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about 45 with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
large-v3-turbo • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 71.86% CER: 69.62% MER: 43.46% WIL: 47.13% WIP: 52.87% Time: 81.81s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it, a colored poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present, the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived, that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
large-v3-turbo • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 67.53% CER: 66.96% MER: 40.84% WIL: 42.12% WIP: 57.88% Time: 81.81s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
large-v3-turbo • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 63.64% CER: 61.85% MER: 40.61% WIL: 44.72% WIP: 55.28% Time: 91.52s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it, a colored poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present, the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived, that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you. The caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you.
large-v3-turbo • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 58.87% CER: 59.15% MER: 37.57% WIL: 38.92% WIP: 61.08% Time: 91.52s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you big brother is watching you
large-v3-turbo • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 69.26% CER: 69.39% MER: 41.88% WIL: 44.15% WIP: 55.85% Time: 54.94s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide, the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the captioning behind it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the captioning behind it ran.
large-v3-turbo • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 65.80% CER: 66.88% MER: 39.79% WIL: 40.05% WIP: 59.95% Time: 54.94s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the captioning behind it ran big brother is watching you the captioning behind it ran
large-v3-turbo • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 8.66% CER: 6.51% MER: 8.26% WIL: 11.84% WIP: 88.16% Time: 41.16s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide, the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother is watching you.
large-v3-turbo • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 5.19% CER: 4.59% MER: 4.96% WIL: 5.37% WIP: 94.63% Time: 41.16s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you big brother is watching you
large-v3-turbo • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 69.70% CER: 55.57% MER: 47.35% WIL: 58.96% WIP: 41.04% Time: 60.93s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirty minutes. Winston Smith, his chin lumbled into his breath in a letter to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass door that victory managed, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it. The hallway felt a boiled cabin for an old ragman. At one end of it, the coloured posters, too large a key door display, had been packed in the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide, the face of a man about forty-five, with a heavy blackness star and ruggedly handsome feet. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying to lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and a preface, the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights left, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a barricade pulse that started right anchor, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shafts, the poster with the enormous face gauged from the wall. It was one of those pictures which is so contrived, that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you. The captioning of the video ran. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video.
large-v3-turbo • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 64.50% CER: 54.15% MER: 43.82% WIL: 53.28% WIP: 46.72% Time: 60.93s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirty minutes winston smith his chin lumbled into his breath in a letter to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass door that victory managed though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it the hallway felt a boiled cabin for an old ragman at one end of it the coloured posters too large a key door display had been packed in the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man about fortyfive with a heavy blackness star and ruggedly handsome feet winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and a preface the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights left and winston who was thirtynine and had a barricade pulse that started right anchor went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shafts the poster with the enormous face gauged from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the captioning of the video ran the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video
large-v3-turbo • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 68.83% CER: 55.49% MER: 46.76% WIL: 58.04% WIP: 41.96% Time: 60.61s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirty minutes. Winston Smith, his chin lumbled into his breath in a letter to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass door that victory managed, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it. The hallway felt a boiled cabin for an old ragman. At one end of it, the coloured posters, too large a key door display, had been packed in the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide, the face of a man about forty-five, with a heavy blackness star and ruggedly handsome feet. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying to lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and a preface, the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hayes Week. The flat was seven flights left, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a barricade pulse that started right anchor, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shafts, the poster with the enormous face gauged from the wall. It was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you. The captioning of the video ran. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video. The captioning of the video was the most important part of the video.
large-v3-turbo • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 64.94% CER: 54.31% MER: 44.12% WIL: 53.76% WIP: 46.24% Time: 60.61s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirty minutes winston smith his chin lumbled into his breath in a letter to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass door that victory managed though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with it the hallway felt a boiled cabin for an old ragman at one end of it the coloured posters too large a key door display had been packed in the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man about fortyfive with a heavy blackness star and ruggedly handsome feet winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and a preface the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hayes week the flat was seven flights left and winston who was thirtynine and had a barricade pulse that started right anchor went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shafts the poster with the enormous face gauged from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the captioning of the video ran the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video the captioning of the video was the most important part of the video
large-v3-turbo • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 71.43% CER: 69.54% MER: 43.19% WIL: 46.64% WIP: 53.36% Time: 54.51s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it, a colored poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived, that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
large-v3-turbo • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 67.53% CER: 66.96% MER: 40.84% WIL: 42.12% WIP: 57.88% Time: 54.51s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
large-v3-turbo • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 72.29% CER: 69.70% MER: 43.72% WIL: 47.62% WIP: 52.38% Time: 54.59s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it, a colored poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide. The face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived, that the eyes follow you about when you move. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran. Big Brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
large-v3-turbo • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 67.53% CER: 66.96% MER: 40.84% WIL: 42.12% WIP: 57.88% Time: 54.59s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
wav2vec2-english • None + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 31.17% CER: 8.08% MER: 30.77% WIL: 51.24% WIP: 48.76% Time: 8.12s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirten winstonsmith his chin nuzled into his breast in an efort to escape the vile wind sliped quickly through the glas dors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of grity dust from entering along with him the halway smelt of boiled cabage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster to large for indor display had ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meata wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and rugedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric curent was cut of during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate wek the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varico's ulser above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing oposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes folow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
wav2vec2-english • None + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 13.85% CER: 2.42% MER: 13.68% WIL: 24.19% WIP: 75.81% Time: 8.12s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirten winstonsmith his chin nuzled into his breast in an efort to escape the vile wind sliped quickly through the glas dors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of grity dust from entering along with him the halway smelt of boiled cabage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster to large for indor display had ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meata wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and rugedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric curent was cut of during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate wek the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicos ulser above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing oposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes folow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
wav2vec2-english • None + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 31.17% CER: 8.01% MER: 30.77% WIL: 51.45% WIP: 48.55% Time: 7.10s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirten winston smith his chin nuzled into his breast in an efort to escape the vile wind sliped quickly through the glas dors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of grity dust from entering along with him the halway smelt of boiled cabage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster to large for indor display had ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meata wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and rugedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric curent was cut of during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate wek the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varico's ulser above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing oposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes folow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
wav2vec2-english • None + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 12.99% CER: 2.34% MER: 12.82% WIL: 23.01% WIP: 76.99% Time: 7.10s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirten winston smith his chin nuzled into his breast in an efort to escape the vile wind sliped quickly through the glas dors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of grity dust from entering along with him the halway smelt of boiled cabage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster to large for indor display had ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meata wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and rugedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric curent was cut of during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate wek the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicos ulser above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing oposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes folow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
wav2vec2-english • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 93.07% CER: 71.98% MER: 92.67% WIL: 98.95% WIP: 1.05% Time: 7.02s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it wis otea theos oet whit s i his geoetis le eteais ae o sit e lo s ae ag the otetois lo e do tege the wholasos laeg o ands the wo es e estosedes le and the dane it i itisand nmous a momesey lo the sitoa o o withthe heavy e oe roese wit ist bagte saidsit was eisoe ey besa o lo an the dreselegegages caoeteas t was ae goergea the ae a at o and we who was este o and ares o o es loa what se westi aes oes o la al s ai a gathe as ole s gae i was oe egegae the eos o eait oes o capte re
wav2vec2-english • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 91.77% CER: 70.67% MER: 91.38% WIL: 98.54% WIP: 1.46% Time: 7.02s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it wis otea theos oet whit s i his geoetis le eteais ae o sit e lo s ae ag the otetois lo e do tege the wholasos laeg o ands the wo es e estosedes le and the dane it i itisand nmous a momesey lo the sitoa o o withthe heavy e oe roese wit ist bagte saidsit was eisoe ey besa o lo an the dreselegegages caoeteas t was ae goergea the ae a at o and we who was este o and ares o o es loa what se westi aes oes o la al s ai a gathe as ole s gae i was oe egegae the eos o eait oes o capte re
wav2vec2-english • Cathedral + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 93.07% CER: 71.82% MER: 92.67% WIL: 98.95% WIP: 1.05% Time: 6.96s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it wis otea theos oet whit s i his geoetis le eteais ae o sit e lo s ae ag the otetois lo edo tege the wholasos laeg o ands the wo es e estosedes le and the dane it i itisand nmous a momesey lo the sitoa o o withthe heavy e oe roese wit ist bagte saidsit was eisoe ey bestsa o lo an the dreselegegages aoeteas t was ae goergea the ae a at o and we who was esty o and ares o o es loa what se westi aes oes o la al s ai a gathe as ole s gae i was oe egegae the eos o e ait oes o capte re
wav2vec2-english • Cathedral + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 91.77% CER: 70.51% MER: 91.38% WIL: 98.54% WIP: 1.46% Time: 6.96s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it wis otea theos oet whit s i his geoetis le eteais ae o sit e lo s ae ag the otetois lo edo tege the wholasos laeg o ands the wo es e estosedes le and the dane it i itisand nmous a momesey lo the sitoa o o withthe heavy e oe roese wit ist bagte saidsit was eisoe ey bestsa o lo an the dreselegegages aoeteas t was ae goergea the ae a at o and we who was esty o and ares o o es loa what se westi aes oes o la al s ai a gathe as ole s gae i was oe egegae the eos o e ait oes o capte re
wav2vec2-english • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 64.50% CER: 25.20% MER: 60.32% WIL: 82.96% WIP: 17.04% Time: 7.29s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bit kied dad april and ta cox was striking thirten instant swith his chin mos of te to hs best in an efor to scoped the vile wind septd quickly tro the gas dals of victory lansions the not quickly naf to tho en to swal of grity dust from entering the long with him the wholwas ota bled carag uin o lid lats at one end of at a colend poster two large for in dor di splay ad ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply and enormous face more than a meter wive the face of a man of about forty five with a heady black was stafth and lot edly handsome features winstant made for the stairs it was nen was trying the lift even of the best of tines of we se ten working and a present he electric card was cut of juring day light hours it was pot of the kn trive an papulationg for hat wek the fat was seven fites out te winstant and was thirty ning and had avcos aso abouv his right ancle went slowly westin several tines on the way on each landing upas of ef touf shaft the post of ef the inomous face gased from the wal it was one of those pictures which a se con tived that the eyes folo you about ten in move it bother is watchin you the capture beneath it wan
wav2vec2-english • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 52.81% CER: 20.55% MER: 49.39% WIL: 72.28% WIP: 27.72% Time: 7.29s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bit kied dad april and ta cox was striking thirten instant swith his chin mos of te to hs best in an efor to scoped the vile wind septd quickly tro the gas dals of victory lansions the not quickly naf to tho en to swal of grity dust from entering the long with him the wholwas ota bled carag uin o lid lats at one end of at a colend poster two large for in dor di splay ad ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply and enormous face more than a meter wive the face of a man of about forty five with a heady black was stafth and lot edly handsome features winstant made for the stairs it was nen was trying the lift even of the best of tines of we se ten working and a present he electric card was cut of juring day light hours it was pot of the kn trive an papulationg for hat wek the fat was seven fites out te winstant and was thirty ning and had avcos aso abouv his right ancle went slowly westin several tines on the way on each landing upas of ef touf shaft the post of ef the inomous face gased from the wal it was one of those pictures which a se con tived that the eyes folo you about ten in move it bother is watchin you the capture beneath it wan
wav2vec2-english • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 64.50% CER: 25.12% MER: 60.32% WIL: 82.96% WIP: 17.04% Time: 7.07s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a brit kied dad april and ta cox was striking thirten instant swith his chin mos of te to hs best in an efor to scoped the vile wind septd quickly tro the gas dals of victory lansions the not quickly naf to tho en to swal of grity dust from entering the long with him the wholwas wota bled carag uin o lid lats at one end of at a colend poster two large for in dor di splay ad ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply and enormous face more than a meter wive the face of a man of about forty five with a heady black was stafth and lot edly handsome features winstant made for the stairs it was nen was trying the lift even of the best of tines of we se ten working and a present he electric card was cut of juring day light hours it was pot of the kn trive an papulationg for hat wek the fat was seven fites out te winstant and was thirty ning and had avcos aso abouv his right ancle went slowly westin several tines on the way on each landing upas of ef touf shaft the post of ef the inomous face gased from the wal it was one of those pictures which a se con tived that the eyes folo you about ten in move it bother is watchin you the capture beneath it wan
wav2vec2-english • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 52.81% CER: 20.47% MER: 49.39% WIL: 72.28% WIP: 27.72% Time: 7.07s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a brit kied dad april and ta cox was striking thirten instant swith his chin mos of te to hs best in an efor to scoped the vile wind septd quickly tro the gas dals of victory lansions the not quickly naf to tho en to swal of grity dust from entering the long with him the wholwas wota bled carag uin o lid lats at one end of at a colend poster two large for in dor di splay ad ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply and enormous face more than a meter wive the face of a man of about forty five with a heady black was stafth and lot edly handsome features winstant made for the stairs it was nen was trying the lift even of the best of tines of we se ten working and a present he electric card was cut of juring day light hours it was pot of the kn trive an papulationg for hat wek the fat was seven fites out te winstant and was thirty ning and had avcos aso abouv his right ancle went slowly westin several tines on the way on each landing upas of ef touf shaft the post of ef the inomous face gased from the wal it was one of those pictures which a se con tived that the eyes folo you about ten in move it bother is watchin you the capture beneath it wan
wav2vec2-english • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 31.17% CER: 8.01% MER: 30.77% WIL: 51.24% WIP: 48.76% Time: 7.06s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks wese striking thirten winstonsmith his chin nuzdled into his breast in an efort to escape the vile wind sliped quickly through the glas dors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of grity dust from entering along with him the halway smelt of boiled cabage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster to large for indor display had ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meate wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and rugedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric curent was cut of during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate wek the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varico's ulser above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing oposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes folow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
wav2vec2-english • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 13.85% CER: 2.34% MER: 13.68% WIL: 24.19% WIP: 75.81% Time: 7.06s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks wese striking thirten winstonsmith his chin nuzdled into his breast in an efort to escape the vile wind sliped quickly through the glas dors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of grity dust from entering along with him the halway smelt of boiled cabage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster to large for indor display had ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meate wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and rugedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric curent was cut of during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate wek the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicos ulser above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing oposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes folow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
wav2vec2-english • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 30.74% CER: 7.93% MER: 30.34% WIL: 50.64% WIP: 49.36% Time: 7.06s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirten winstonsmith his chin nuzdled into his breast in an efort to escape the vile wind sliped quickly through the glas dors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of grity dust from entering along with him the halway smelt of boiled cabage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster to large for indor display had ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meate wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and rugedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric curent was cut of during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate wek the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varico's ulser above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing oposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes folow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
wav2vec2-english • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 13.42% CER: 2.26% MER: 13.25% WIL: 23.44% WIP: 76.56% Time: 7.06s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirten winstonsmith his chin nuzdled into his breast in an efort to escape the vile wind sliped quickly through the glas dors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of grity dust from entering along with him the halway smelt of boiled cabage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster to large for indor display had ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meate wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and rugedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric curent was cut of during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate wek the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicos ulser above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing oposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes folow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
wav2vec2-english • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 93.51% CER: 77.00% MER: 93.51% WIL: 99.12% WIP: 0.88% Time: 6.92s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
he la te aor a we he ge o a leda la he ae l lay a the de wy a lady the woar a ola the lae ae t laye la the the a ol edey an no a woey a the rea a a r tith heavy or the a we mady de he wey a ey lad e ao wo the ger he ay ga a a h la a a the lade a ar the we he i reaya thae or o araerer wet we wreade te la al a ld the ey o e gayo e ladyda a thete a the a he ae ae la
wav2vec2-english • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 93.07% CER: 76.23% MER: 93.07% WIL: 99.00% WIP: 1.00% Time: 6.92s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
he la te aor a we he ge o a leda la he ae l lay a the de wy a lady the woar a ola the lae ae t laye la the the a ol edey an no a woey a the rea a a r tith heavy or the a we mady de he wey a ey lad e ao wo the ger he ay ga a a h la a a the lade a ar the we he i reaya thae or o araerer wet we wreade te la al a ld the ey o e gayo e ladyda a thete a the a he ae ae la
wav2vec2-english • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 93.51% CER: 76.92% MER: 93.51% WIL: 99.12% WIP: 0.88% Time: 6.85s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
he la te aor a we he ge o a leda la he ae l lay a the ede wy a lady the woar a ola the lae ae t laye la the the a ol edey an no a woedy a the rea a a r tith heavy ar the a we mady de he wey a evy lad e ao wo the ger he ady ga a a h la a a the lade a ar the we he e reaya thae or o araerer wet we wreade te la al a ld the ey o e gayo e ladyda a thete a the a he ae ae la
wav2vec2-english • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 93.07% CER: 76.07% MER: 93.07% WIL: 99.00% WIP: 1.00% Time: 6.85s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
he la te aor a we he ge o a leda la he ae l lay a the ede wy a lady the woar a ola the lae ae t laye la the the a ol edey an no a woedy a the rea a a r tith heavy ar the a we mady de he wey a evy lad e ao wo the ger he ady ga a a h la a a the lade a ar the we he e reaya thae or o araerer wet we wreade te la al a ld the ey o e gayo e ladyda a thete a the a he ae ae la
wav2vec2-english • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 64.94% CER: 25.12% MER: 62.24% WIL: 84.55% WIP: 15.45% Time: 7.04s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
i was a bit cold dad april and the cocks were striking thirten instant swith his chin mos of the to hs best i an efort to caped the vile wind sept quickly throg the gast dals of victory mansions the not quicklynug to the vent to swal of grity dust from enterin the long with him the wholewa swelt o baled cabagtun ov lag lats at wos end of tat a coled poster two lorge for indor display and ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply and e normous face more than a meater wide the face of a man of about forty fide with a headin black was stafch and lodedly handsome trenches winston made for the stairs it weld reanly tryine the lip evenar the best of time to the sed and working and at present the elecric caried was catof during daylight hours it woeld ordenly cide lie an papulation to hagt wek the blat was seven rights out an winston and was thirty nine and had a bacord olta about is light ankle went slowly westings evel times on the way on each landing oposite ef tout shaft the post of tef the inormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which aso contrived that the eyes folo you about thenin move it bother is watching yo the captured beneath it wand
wav2vec2-english • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 52.38% CER: 20.47% MER: 50.21% WIL: 73.13% WIP: 26.87% Time: 7.04s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
i was a bit cold dad april and the cocks were striking thirten instant swith his chin mos of the to hs best i an efort to caped the vile wind sept quickly throg the gast dals of victory mansions the not quicklynug to the vent to swal of grity dust from enterin the long with him the wholewa swelt o baled cabagtun ov lag lats at wos end of tat a coled poster two lorge for indor display and ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply and e normous face more than a meater wide the face of a man of about forty fide with a headin black was stafch and lodedly handsome trenches winston made for the stairs it weld reanly tryine the lip evenar the best of time to the sed and working and at present the elecric caried was catof during daylight hours it woeld ordenly cide lie an papulation to hagt wek the blat was seven rights out an winston and was thirty nine and had a bacord olta about is light ankle went slowly westings evel times on the way on each landing oposite ef tout shaft the post of tef the inormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which aso contrived that the eyes folo you about thenin move it bother is watching yo the captured beneath it wand
wav2vec2-english • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 64.94% CER: 25.27% MER: 62.24% WIL: 84.55% WIP: 15.45% Time: 6.95s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
i was a bit cold dad april and the cocks were striking thirten instant swith his chin mos of the to hs best i an efort to caped the vile wind sept quickly throg the gast dals of victory mansions the not quicklynug to the vent to swal of grity dust from enterin the long with him the wholwi swelt o baled cabagtuon ov lag lats at wos end of tat a coled poster two lorg for indor display and ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply and e normous face more than a meater wide the face of a man of about forty fide with a headin black was stafch and lodedly handsome trenches winston made for the stairs it weld reanly tryine the lip evenar the best of time to the sed and working and at present the elecric caried was catof during daylight hours it woeld ordenly cide lie an papulation to hagt wek the blat was seven rights out an winston and was thirty nine and had a bacord olta about is light ankle went slowly westings evel times on the way on each landing oposite ef tout shaft the post of tef the inormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which aso contrived that the eyes folo you about thenin move it bother is watching yo the captured beneath it wand
wav2vec2-english • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 52.38% CER: 20.63% MER: 50.21% WIL: 73.13% WIP: 26.87% Time: 6.95s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
i was a bit cold dad april and the cocks were striking thirten instant swith his chin mos of the to hs best i an efort to caped the vile wind sept quickly throg the gast dals of victory mansions the not quicklynug to the vent to swal of grity dust from enterin the long with him the wholwi swelt o baled cabagtuon ov lag lats at wos end of tat a coled poster two lorg for indor display and ben tacked to the wal it depicted simply and e normous face more than a meater wide the face of a man of about forty fide with a headin black was stafch and lodedly handsome trenches winston made for the stairs it weld reanly tryine the lip evenar the best of time to the sed and working and at present the elecric caried was catof during daylight hours it woeld ordenly cide lie an papulation to hagt wek the blat was seven rights out an winston and was thirty nine and had a bacord olta about is light ankle went slowly westings evel times on the way on each landing oposite ef tout shaft the post of tef the inormous face gazed from the wal it was one of those pictures which aso contrived that the eyes folo you about thenin move it bother is watching yo the captured beneath it wand
seamless-m4t-v2-large • None + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 54.11% CER: 43.33% MER: 54.11% WIL: 65.26% WIP: 34.74% Time: 79.16s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tackled to the wall it depicted simply a huge face more than a meter wide with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was rarely working the flat was seven flights up and had varicose ulcer above his right ankle
seamless-m4t-v2-large • None + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 42.86% CER: 41.02% MER: 42.86% WIL: 46.12% WIP: 53.88% Time: 79.16s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tackled to the wall it depicted simply a huge face more than a meter wide with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was rarely working the flat was seven flights up and had varicose ulcer above his right ankle
seamless-m4t-v2-large • None + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 54.11% CER: 43.33% MER: 54.11% WIL: 65.26% WIP: 34.74% Time: 76.47s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tackled to the wall it depicted simply a huge face more than a meter wide with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was rarely working the flat was seven flights up and had varicose ulcer above his right ankle
seamless-m4t-v2-large • None + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 42.86% CER: 41.02% MER: 42.86% WIL: 46.12% WIP: 53.88% Time: 76.47s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tackled to the wall it depicted simply a huge face more than a meter wide with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was rarely working the flat was seven flights up and had varicose ulcer above his right ankle
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 97.40% CER: 87.28% MER: 97.40% WIL: 99.51% WIP: 0.49% Time: 61.74s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
The first is the "Snowflake" (the "Snowflake") of the "Snowflake" series, which is a series of three films: "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake."
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 96.97% CER: 86.06% MER: 96.97% WIL: 99.34% WIP: 0.66% Time: 61.74s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
the first is the snowflake the snowflake of the snowflake series which is a series of three films snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Cathedral + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 97.40% CER: 87.28% MER: 97.40% WIL: 99.51% WIP: 0.49% Time: 61.85s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
The first is the "Snowflake" (the "Snowflake") of the "Snowflake" series, which is a series of three films: "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake," "Snowflake."
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Cathedral + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 96.97% CER: 86.06% MER: 96.97% WIL: 99.34% WIP: 0.66% Time: 61.85s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
the first is the snowflake the snowflake of the snowflake series which is a series of three films snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 75.32% CER: 72.29% MER: 75.32% WIL: 78.36% WIP: 21.64% Time: 59.55s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith his chin muzzled into his chest in an effort to escape the vicious wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelled of boiled cabbage and old rag mats.
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 73.59% CER: 71.80% MER: 73.59% WIL: 75.22% WIP: 24.78% Time: 59.55s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his chest in an effort to escape the vicious wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelled of boiled cabbage and old rag mats
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 75.32% CER: 72.29% MER: 75.32% WIL: 78.36% WIP: 21.64% Time: 59.48s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith his chin muzzled into his chest in an effort to escape the vicious wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelled of boiled cabbage and old rag mats.
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 73.59% CER: 71.80% MER: 73.59% WIL: 75.22% WIP: 24.78% Time: 59.48s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his chest in an effort to escape the vicious wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelled of boiled cabbage and old rag mats
seamless-m4t-v2-large • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 56.28% CER: 44.74% MER: 56.28% WIL: 67.29% WIP: 32.71% Time: 65.83s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tackled to the wall it depicted simply a huge face more than a meter wide with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs even at the best of times it was seldom working the economy drive up and winston who was thirty nine had ulcer above his right ankle
seamless-m4t-v2-large • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 45.45% CER: 42.63% MER: 45.45% WIL: 49.09% WIP: 50.91% Time: 65.83s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tackled to the wall it depicted simply a huge face more than a meter wide with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs even at the best of times it was seldom working the economy drive up and winston who was thirty nine had ulcer above his right ankle
seamless-m4t-v2-large • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 54.55% CER: 43.33% MER: 54.55% WIL: 66.15% WIP: 33.85% Time: 67.02s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tackled to the wall it depicted simply a huge face more than a meter wide with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was electric drive up and the flat was thirty nine and had varicose ulcer above his right ankle
seamless-m4t-v2-large • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 43.72% CER: 41.10% MER: 43.72% WIL: 48.11% WIP: 51.89% Time: 67.02s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tackled to the wall it depicted simply a huge face more than a meter wide with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was electric drive up and the flat was thirty nine and had varicose ulcer above his right ankle
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 93.51% CER: 86.19% MER: 93.51% WIL: 97.62% WIP: 2.38% Time: 57.50s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
The first is the "Snowflake" (the one with the "Snowflake" in the title) and the second is the "Snowflake" (the one with the "Snowflake" in the title) and the third is the "Snowflake" (the one with the "Snowflake" in the title).
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 91.34% CER: 85.25% MER: 91.34% WIL: 95.78% WIP: 4.22% Time: 57.50s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
the first is the snowflake the one with the snowflake in the title and the second is the snowflake the one with the snowflake in the title and the third is the snowflake the one with the snowflake in the title
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 93.51% CER: 86.19% MER: 93.51% WIL: 97.62% WIP: 2.38% Time: 57.89s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
The first is the "Snowflake" (the one with the "Snowflake" in the title) and the second is the "Snowflake" (the one with the "Snowflake" in the title) and the third is the "Snowflake" (the one with the "Snowflake" in the title).
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 91.34% CER: 85.25% MER: 91.34% WIL: 95.78% WIP: 4.22% Time: 57.89s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
the first is the snowflake the one with the snowflake in the title and the second is the snowflake the one with the snowflake in the title and the third is the snowflake the one with the snowflake in the title
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 75.32% CER: 72.29% MER: 75.32% WIL: 78.36% WIP: 21.64% Time: 58.67s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith his chin muzzled into his chest in an effort to escape the vicious wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelled of boiled cabbage and old rag mats.
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 73.59% CER: 71.80% MER: 73.59% WIL: 75.22% WIP: 24.78% Time: 58.67s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his chest in an effort to escape the vicious wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelled of boiled cabbage and old rag mats
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 75.32% CER: 72.29% MER: 75.32% WIL: 78.36% WIP: 21.64% Time: 58.87s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith his chin muzzled into his chest in an effort to escape the vicious wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelled of boiled cabbage and old rag mats.
seamless-m4t-v2-large • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 73.59% CER: 71.80% MER: 73.59% WIL: 75.22% WIP: 24.78% Time: 58.87s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin muzzled into his chest in an effort to escape the vicious wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelled of boiled cabbage and old rag mats
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • None + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 11.54s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • None + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 11.54s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • None + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 13.03s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • None + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 13.03s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 24.24% CER: 6.51% MER: 23.93% WIL: 41.38% WIP: 58.62% Time: 11.29s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about where you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 4.33% CER: 0.89% MER: 4.27% WIL: 7.17% WIP: 92.83% Time: 11.29s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about where you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Cathedral + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 24.24% CER: 6.51% MER: 23.93% WIL: 41.38% WIP: 58.62% Time: 11.00s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about where you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Cathedral + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 4.33% CER: 0.89% MER: 4.27% WIL: 7.17% WIP: 92.83% Time: 11.00s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about where you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 12.01s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 12.01s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 11.32s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 11.32s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 22.94% CER: 5.97% MER: 22.65% WIL: 39.39% WIP: 60.61% Time: 11.09s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 3.03% CER: 0.32% MER: 2.99% WIL: 4.67% WIP: 95.33% Time: 11.09s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 22.94% CER: 5.97% MER: 22.65% WIL: 39.39% WIP: 60.61% Time: 11.00s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 3.03% CER: 0.32% MER: 2.99% WIL: 4.67% WIP: 95.33% Time: 11.00s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 31.17% CER: 12.17% MER: 30.77% WIL: 50.82% WIP: 49.18% Time: 11.13s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks was striking thirteen winston smith his chin knuckled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory manor though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering the lll the hallway smelled of boiled cabinets and old rag mats at one end of the coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome feet winston made for the stairs it was no use tryinging the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hour it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hating the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a barricade of ber about his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about where you move big brother is watching rec capture it as it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 14.29% CER: 7.01% MER: 14.10% WIL: 24.29% WIP: 75.71% Time: 11.13s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks was striking thirteen winston smith his chin knuckled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory manor though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering the lll the hallway smelled of boiled cabinets and old rag mats at one end of the coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome feet winston made for the stairs it was no use tryinging the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hour it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hating the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a barricade of ber about his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about where you move big brother is watching rec capture it as it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 31.17% CER: 12.17% MER: 30.77% WIL: 50.82% WIP: 49.18% Time: 11.30s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks was striking thirteen winston smith his chin knuckled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory manor though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering the hall the hallway smelled of boiled cabinets and old rag mats at one end of the coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted sitting an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome feet winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hour it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hating the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a barricade of blster about his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about where you move big brother is watching rec caption him as it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 14.29% CER: 7.09% MER: 14.10% WIL: 24.29% WIP: 75.71% Time: 11.30s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks was striking thirteen winston smith his chin knuckled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory manor though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering the hall the hallway smelled of boiled cabinets and old rag mats at one end of the coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted sitting an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome feet winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hour it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hating the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a barricade of blster about his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which is so contrived that the eyes follow you about where you move big brother is watching rec caption him as it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 11.13s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 11.13s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 10.99s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-ctc-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 10.99s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • None + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 13.46s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • None + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 13.46s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • None + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 11.41s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • None + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 11.41s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 23.81% CER: 6.51% MER: 23.40% WIL: 40.32% WIP: 59.68% Time: 11.29s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for the indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about where you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 3.90% CER: 0.89% MER: 3.83% WIL: 5.91% WIP: 94.09% Time: 11.29s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for the indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about where you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Cathedral + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 23.38% CER: 6.36% MER: 22.98% WIL: 39.65% WIP: 60.35% Time: 12.02s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for the indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Cathedral + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 3.46% CER: 0.73% MER: 3.40% WIL: 5.08% WIP: 94.92% Time: 12.02s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for the indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 11.80s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 11.80s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 11.86s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 11.86s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 11.77s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 11.77s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 11.88s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 11.88s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 25.11% CER: 8.08% MER: 24.68% WIL: 42.04% WIP: 57.96% Time: 12.02s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory manor though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along it the hallway smelt of oiled cabbies and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome feet winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a barricade of ulcer about his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 6.49% CER: 2.50% MER: 6.38% WIL: 10.46% WIP: 89.54% Time: 12.02s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory manor though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along it the hallway smelt of oiled cabbies and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome feet winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a barricade of ulcer about his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 25.11% CER: 8.08% MER: 24.68% WIL: 42.04% WIP: 57.96% Time: 11.92s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory manor though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along it the hallway smelt of oiled cabbies and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome feet winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a barricade of ulcer about his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 6.49% CER: 2.50% MER: 6.38% WIL: 10.46% WIP: 89.54% Time: 11.92s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory manor though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along it the hallway smelt of oiled cabbies and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome feet winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a barricade of ulcer about his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 11.87s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 11.87s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 22.51% CER: 5.89% MER: 22.22% WIL: 38.72% WIP: 61.28% Time: 11.78s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
parakeet-tdt-1.1b • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 2.60% CER: 0.24% MER: 2.56% WIL: 3.83% WIP: 96.17% Time: 11.78s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
vosk-en • None + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 23.81% CER: 6.36% MER: 23.40% WIL: 40.32% WIP: 59.68% Time: 12.45s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly the resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
vosk-en • None + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 3.90% CER: 0.81% MER: 3.83% WIL: 5.91% WIP: 94.09% Time: 12.45s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly the resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
vosk-en • None + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 23.81% CER: 6.36% MER: 23.40% WIL: 40.32% WIP: 59.68% Time: 12.18s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly the resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
vosk-en • None + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 3.90% CER: 0.81% MER: 3.83% WIL: 5.91% WIP: 94.09% Time: 12.18s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly the resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
vosk-en • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 88.31% CER: 86.89% MER: 88.31% WIL: 92.66% WIP: 7.34% Time: 42.81s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a blank the winston is the one of the the with a headache the way it was the it was the wind the rest of the way on each the posts the it was one of the big brother is the
vosk-en • Cathedral + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 84.85% CER: 85.74% MER: 84.85% WIL: 87.67% WIP: 12.33% Time: 42.81s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a blank the winston is the one of the the with a headache the way it was the it was the wind the rest of the way on each the posts the it was one of the big brother is the
vosk-en • Cathedral + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 89.61% CER: 88.62% MER: 89.61% WIL: 93.44% WIP: 6.56% Time: 42.27s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a lie the winston is the of the the the it was known the it was the the rest of the way on each the post the it was one of the big brother is the
vosk-en • Cathedral + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 86.15% CER: 87.83% MER: 86.15% WIL: 88.33% WIP: 11.67% Time: 42.27s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a lie the winston is the of the the the it was known the it was the the rest of the way on each the post the it was one of the big brother is the
vosk-en • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 40.69% CER: 19.23% MER: 40.34% WIL: 60.55% WIP: 39.45% Time: 30.49s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
the april the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith is turned into his blessed in an effort to escape the bible and the stores and victory dimensions they're not quick enough to prevent a sweat of getting dust from entering along with him the hallway smells of boiled cabbage and old magnets at one end the colored poster to vouch for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the company drive in preparation for how tweak the flapper seven flights out and winston was thirty nine varicose ulcer above his right ankle when slowly listing several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath the atlanta
vosk-en • Megaphone, outdoor + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 24.68% CER: 14.18% MER: 24.46% WIL: 36.75% WIP: 63.25% Time: 30.49s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
the april the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith is turned into his blessed in an effort to escape the bible and the stores and victory dimensions theyre not quick enough to prevent a sweat of getting dust from entering along with him the hallway smells of boiled cabbage and old magnets at one end the colored poster to vouch for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the company drive in preparation for how tweak the flapper seven flights out and winston was thirty nine varicose ulcer above his right ankle when slowly listing several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath the atlanta
vosk-en • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 40.69% CER: 19.47% MER: 40.34% WIL: 60.36% WIP: 39.64% Time: 28.41s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
the april the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith is the best in an effort to escape the bible and the stores and victory dimensions they're not quick enough to prevent a sort of getting dust from entering along with him the hallway smells of boiled cabbage and old magnets at one end the colored poster to vouch for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the company drive in preparation for how tweak the flat was seven flights out and winston was thirty nine varicose ulcer above his right ankle when slowly listing several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath the atlanta
vosk-en • Megaphone, outdoor + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 24.68% CER: 14.42% MER: 24.46% WIL: 36.45% WIP: 63.55% Time: 28.41s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
the april the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith is the best in an effort to escape the bible and the stores and victory dimensions theyre not quick enough to prevent a sort of getting dust from entering along with him the hallway smells of boiled cabbage and old magnets at one end the colored poster to vouch for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying to lift the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the company drive in preparation for how tweak the flat was seven flights out and winston was thirty nine varicose ulcer above his right ankle when slowly listing several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath the atlanta
vosk-en • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 23.81% CER: 6.36% MER: 23.40% WIL: 40.32% WIP: 59.68% Time: 12.22s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly the resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
vosk-en • None + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 3.90% CER: 0.81% MER: 3.83% WIL: 5.91% WIP: 94.09% Time: 12.22s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly the resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
vosk-en • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 23.81% CER: 6.36% MER: 23.40% WIL: 40.32% WIP: 59.68% Time: 12.19s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly the resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
vosk-en • None + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 3.90% CER: 0.81% MER: 3.83% WIL: 5.91% WIP: 94.09% Time: 12.19s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a colored poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirty nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly the resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
vosk-en • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 95.67% CER: 96.39% MER: 95.67% WIL: 96.39% WIP: 3.61% Time: 30.53s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a the when the the the the only the the
vosk-en • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 95.67% CER: 96.29% MER: 95.67% WIL: 96.39% WIP: 3.61% Time: 30.53s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was a the when the the the the only the the
vosk-en • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 96.54% CER: 97.65% MER: 96.54% WIL: 96.54% WIP: 3.46% Time: 34.62s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was the the the the the the
vosk-en • Cathedral + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 96.54% CER: 97.58% MER: 96.54% WIL: 96.54% WIP: 3.46% Time: 34.62s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
it was the the the the the the
vosk-en • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Brut
WER: 44.16% CER: 23.00% MER: 43.78% WIL: 63.58% WIP: 36.42% Time: 28.98s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
the april the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith is the best in an effort to escape the bible and the stores and victory dimensions they're not quick enough to prevent the sweat of getting dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end the colored poster to vouch for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome pinchas winston made for the stairs was trying to make the best of times it was seldom working and the present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours the company drive in preparation for how tweak the black was seven flights out and wisdom was thirty nine backers also above his right ankle when slowly listing several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath atlanta
vosk-en • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + Broadcast_standard • Normalisé
WER: 29.87% CER: 18.21% MER: 29.61% WIL: 42.93% WIP: 57.07% Time: 28.98s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
the april the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith is the best in an effort to escape the bible and the stores and victory dimensions theyre not quick enough to prevent the sweat of getting dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end the colored poster to vouch for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome pinchas winston made for the stairs was trying to make the best of times it was seldom working and the present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours the company drive in preparation for how tweak the black was seven flights out and wisdom was thirty nine backers also above his right ankle when slowly listing several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath atlanta
vosk-en • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Brut
WER: 43.72% CER: 23.16% MER: 43.35% WIL: 63.38% WIP: 36.62% Time: 30.09s
Reference
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Hypothesis (Diff)
the april the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith is the best in an effort to escape the bible and the stores and victory dimensions they're not quick enough to prevent the sweat of getting dust from entering along with him the hallway smells of boiled cabbage and old magnets at one end of a colored poster to vouch for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome pinchas winston made for the stairs was trying to make the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours the company drive in preparation for how tweak the black was seven flights out and wisdom and was thirty nine backers also above his right ankle when slowly listing several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath the atlanta
vosk-en • Megaphone, outdoor + Demucs_hybrid + No_normalization • Normalisé
WER: 29.87% CER: 18.37% MER: 29.61% WIL: 43.48% WIP: 56.52% Time: 30.09s
Reference
it was a bright cold day in april and the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats at one end of it a coloured poster too large for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a metre wide the face of a man of about fortyfive with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features winston made for the stairs it was no use trying the lift even at the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week the flat was seven flights up and winston who was thirtynine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle went slowly resting several times on the way on each landing opposite the liftshaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath it ran
Hypothesis (Diff)
the april the clocks were striking thirteen winston smith is the best in an effort to escape the bible and the stores and victory dimensions theyre not quick enough to prevent the sweat of getting dust from entering along with him the hallway smells of boiled cabbage and old magnets at one end of a colored poster to vouch for indoor display had been tacked to the wall it depicted simply an enormous face more than a meter wide the face of a man of about forty five with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome pinchas winston made for the stairs was trying to make the best of times it was seldom working and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours the company drive in preparation for how tweak the black was seven flights out and wisdom and was thirty nine backers also above his right ankle when slowly listing several times on the way on each landing opposite the lift shaft the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move big brother is watching you the caption beneath the atlanta
Engine Degradation Enhancement Audio Norm Text Norm WER CER MER WIL WIP Time (s)
whisper-base None - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.0606 0.0235 0.0603 0.1132 0.8868 13.93
whisper-base None - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0087 0.0008 0.0086 0.0129 0.9871 13.93
whisper-base None - No_normalization Brut 0.0736 0.0463 0.0733 0.1375 0.8625 7.14
whisper-base None - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0216 0.0226 0.0216 0.0385 0.9615 7.14
whisper-base Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2814 0.1436 0.2720 0.4446 0.5554 7.02
whisper-base Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.2165 0.1168 0.2092 0.3448 0.6552 7.02
whisper-base Cathedral - No_normalization Brut 0.2857 0.1460 0.2762 0.4487 0.5513 7.99
whisper-base Cathedral - No_normalization Normalisé 0.2208 0.1201 0.2134 0.3489 0.6511 7.99
whisper-base Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.1472 0.0856 0.1466 0.2621 0.7379 8.26
whisper-base Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0952 0.0620 0.0948 0.1700 0.8300 8.26
whisper-base Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Brut 0.1515 0.0848 0.1509 0.2695 0.7305 8.41
whisper-base Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0952 0.0604 0.0948 0.1700 0.8300 8.41
whisper-base None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.0563 0.0228 0.0560 0.1051 0.8949 8.40
whisper-base None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0087 0.0008 0.0086 0.0129 0.9871 8.40
whisper-base None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.0606 0.0243 0.0603 0.1132 0.8868 8.56
whisper-base None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.0130 0.0024 0.0129 0.0215 0.9785 8.56
whisper-base Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.7532 0.4584 0.6641 0.8685 0.1315 17.72
whisper-base Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.7143 0.4319 0.6298 0.8403 0.1597 17.72
whisper-base Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.6926 0.4396 0.6400 0.8557 0.1443 8.25
whisper-base Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.6494 0.4142 0.6000 0.8219 0.1781 8.25
whisper-base Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.1688 0.0934 0.1674 0.2916 0.7084 7.32
whisper-base Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.1082 0.0677 0.1073 0.1857 0.8143 7.32
whisper-base Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.1645 0.0926 0.1638 0.2885 0.7115 8.06
whisper-base Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.1039 0.0677 0.1034 0.1821 0.8179 8.06
large-v3-turbo None - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.0433 0.0196 0.0431 0.0804 0.9196 39.57
large-v3-turbo None - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0087 0.0008 0.0086 0.0129 0.9871 39.57
large-v3-turbo None - No_normalization Brut 0.0433 0.0196 0.0431 0.0804 0.9196 39.83
large-v3-turbo None - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0087 0.0008 0.0086 0.0129 0.9871 39.83
large-v3-turbo Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.7186 0.7057 0.4346 0.4713 0.5287 52.67
large-v3-turbo Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.6753 0.6785 0.4084 0.4212 0.5788 52.67
large-v3-turbo Cathedral - No_normalization Brut 0.0693 0.0345 0.0690 0.1294 0.8706 38.92
large-v3-turbo Cathedral - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0260 0.0137 0.0259 0.0469 0.9531 38.92
large-v3-turbo Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.7186 0.6962 0.4346 0.4713 0.5287 81.81
large-v3-turbo Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.6753 0.6696 0.4084 0.4212 0.5788 81.81
large-v3-turbo Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Brut 0.6364 0.6185 0.4061 0.4472 0.5528 91.52
large-v3-turbo Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Normalisé 0.5887 0.5915 0.3757 0.3892 0.6108 91.52
large-v3-turbo None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.6926 0.6939 0.4188 0.4415 0.5585 54.94
large-v3-turbo None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.6580 0.6688 0.3979 0.4005 0.5995 54.94
large-v3-turbo None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.0866 0.0651 0.0826 0.1184 0.8816 41.16
large-v3-turbo None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.0519 0.0459 0.0496 0.0537 0.9463 41.16
large-v3-turbo Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.6970 0.5557 0.4735 0.5896 0.4104 60.93
large-v3-turbo Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.6450 0.5415 0.4382 0.5328 0.4672 60.93
large-v3-turbo Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.6883 0.5549 0.4676 0.5804 0.4196 60.61
large-v3-turbo Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.6494 0.5431 0.4412 0.5376 0.4624 60.61
large-v3-turbo Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.7143 0.6954 0.4319 0.4664 0.5336 54.51
large-v3-turbo Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.6753 0.6696 0.4084 0.4212 0.5788 54.51
large-v3-turbo Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.7229 0.6970 0.4372 0.4762 0.5238 54.59
large-v3-turbo Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.6753 0.6696 0.4084 0.4212 0.5788 54.59
wav2vec2-english None - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.3117 0.0808 0.3077 0.5124 0.4876 8.12
wav2vec2-english None - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.1385 0.0242 0.1368 0.2419 0.7581 8.12
wav2vec2-english None - No_normalization Brut 0.3117 0.0801 0.3077 0.5145 0.4855 7.10
wav2vec2-english None - No_normalization Normalisé 0.1299 0.0234 0.1282 0.2301 0.7699 7.10
wav2vec2-english Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.9307 0.7198 0.9267 0.9895 0.0105 7.02
wav2vec2-english Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.9177 0.7067 0.9138 0.9854 0.0146 7.02
wav2vec2-english Cathedral - No_normalization Brut 0.9307 0.7182 0.9267 0.9895 0.0105 6.96
wav2vec2-english Cathedral - No_normalization Normalisé 0.9177 0.7051 0.9138 0.9854 0.0146 6.96
wav2vec2-english Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.6450 0.2520 0.6032 0.8296 0.1704 7.29
wav2vec2-english Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.5281 0.2055 0.4939 0.7228 0.2772 7.29
wav2vec2-english Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Brut 0.6450 0.2512 0.6032 0.8296 0.1704 7.07
wav2vec2-english Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Normalisé 0.5281 0.2047 0.4939 0.7228 0.2772 7.07
wav2vec2-english None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.3117 0.0801 0.3077 0.5124 0.4876 7.06
wav2vec2-english None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.1385 0.0234 0.1368 0.2419 0.7581 7.06
wav2vec2-english None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.3074 0.0793 0.3034 0.5064 0.4936 7.06
wav2vec2-english None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.1342 0.0226 0.1325 0.2344 0.7656 7.06
wav2vec2-english Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.9351 0.7700 0.9351 0.9912 0.0088 6.92
wav2vec2-english Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.9307 0.7623 0.9307 0.9900 0.0100 6.92
wav2vec2-english Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.9351 0.7692 0.9351 0.9912 0.0088 6.85
wav2vec2-english Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.9307 0.7607 0.9307 0.9900 0.0100 6.85
wav2vec2-english Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.6494 0.2512 0.6224 0.8455 0.1545 7.04
wav2vec2-english Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.5238 0.2047 0.5021 0.7313 0.2687 7.04
wav2vec2-english Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.6494 0.2527 0.6224 0.8455 0.1545 6.95
wav2vec2-english Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.5238 0.2063 0.5021 0.7313 0.2687 6.95
seamless-m4t-v2-large None - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.5411 0.4333 0.5411 0.6526 0.3474 79.16
seamless-m4t-v2-large None - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.4286 0.4102 0.4286 0.4612 0.5388 79.16
seamless-m4t-v2-large None - No_normalization Brut 0.5411 0.4333 0.5411 0.6526 0.3474 76.47
seamless-m4t-v2-large None - No_normalization Normalisé 0.4286 0.4102 0.4286 0.4612 0.5388 76.47
seamless-m4t-v2-large Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.9740 0.8728 0.9740 0.9951 0.0049 61.74
seamless-m4t-v2-large Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.9697 0.8606 0.9697 0.9934 0.0066 61.74
seamless-m4t-v2-large Cathedral - No_normalization Brut 0.9740 0.8728 0.9740 0.9951 0.0049 61.85
seamless-m4t-v2-large Cathedral - No_normalization Normalisé 0.9697 0.8606 0.9697 0.9934 0.0066 61.85
seamless-m4t-v2-large Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.7532 0.7229 0.7532 0.7836 0.2164 59.55
seamless-m4t-v2-large Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.7359 0.7180 0.7359 0.7522 0.2478 59.55
seamless-m4t-v2-large Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Brut 0.7532 0.7229 0.7532 0.7836 0.2164 59.48
seamless-m4t-v2-large Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Normalisé 0.7359 0.7180 0.7359 0.7522 0.2478 59.48
seamless-m4t-v2-large None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.5628 0.4474 0.5628 0.6729 0.3271 65.83
seamless-m4t-v2-large None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.4545 0.4263 0.4545 0.4909 0.5091 65.83
seamless-m4t-v2-large None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.5455 0.4333 0.5455 0.6615 0.3385 67.02
seamless-m4t-v2-large None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.4372 0.4110 0.4372 0.4811 0.5189 67.02
seamless-m4t-v2-large Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.9351 0.8619 0.9351 0.9762 0.0238 57.50
seamless-m4t-v2-large Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.9134 0.8525 0.9134 0.9578 0.0422 57.50
seamless-m4t-v2-large Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.9351 0.8619 0.9351 0.9762 0.0238 57.89
seamless-m4t-v2-large Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.9134 0.8525 0.9134 0.9578 0.0422 57.89
seamless-m4t-v2-large Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.7532 0.7229 0.7532 0.7836 0.2164 58.67
seamless-m4t-v2-large Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.7359 0.7180 0.7359 0.7522 0.2478 58.67
seamless-m4t-v2-large Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.7532 0.7229 0.7532 0.7836 0.2164 58.87
seamless-m4t-v2-large Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.7359 0.7180 0.7359 0.7522 0.2478 58.87
parakeet-ctc-1.1b None - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 11.54
parakeet-ctc-1.1b None - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 11.54
parakeet-ctc-1.1b None - No_normalization Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 13.03
parakeet-ctc-1.1b None - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 13.03
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2424 0.0651 0.2393 0.4138 0.5862 11.29
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0433 0.0089 0.0427 0.0717 0.9283 11.29
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Cathedral - No_normalization Brut 0.2424 0.0651 0.2393 0.4138 0.5862 11.00
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Cathedral - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0433 0.0089 0.0427 0.0717 0.9283 11.00
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 12.01
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 12.01
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 11.32
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 11.32
parakeet-ctc-1.1b None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2294 0.0597 0.2265 0.3939 0.6061 11.09
parakeet-ctc-1.1b None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0303 0.0032 0.0299 0.0467 0.9533 11.09
parakeet-ctc-1.1b None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.2294 0.0597 0.2265 0.3939 0.6061 11.00
parakeet-ctc-1.1b None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.0303 0.0032 0.0299 0.0467 0.9533 11.00
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.3117 0.1217 0.3077 0.5082 0.4918 11.13
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.1429 0.0701 0.1410 0.2429 0.7571 11.13
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.3117 0.1217 0.3077 0.5082 0.4918 11.30
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.1429 0.0709 0.1410 0.2429 0.7571 11.30
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 11.13
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 11.13
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 10.99
parakeet-ctc-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 10.99
parakeet-tdt-1.1b None - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 13.46
parakeet-tdt-1.1b None - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 13.46
parakeet-tdt-1.1b None - No_normalization Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 11.41
parakeet-tdt-1.1b None - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 11.41
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2381 0.0651 0.2340 0.4032 0.5968 11.29
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0390 0.0089 0.0383 0.0591 0.9409 11.29
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Cathedral - No_normalization Brut 0.2338 0.0636 0.2298 0.3965 0.6035 12.02
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Cathedral - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0346 0.0073 0.0340 0.0508 0.9492 12.02
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 11.80
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 11.80
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 11.86
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 11.86
parakeet-tdt-1.1b None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 11.77
parakeet-tdt-1.1b None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 11.77
parakeet-tdt-1.1b None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 11.88
parakeet-tdt-1.1b None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 11.88
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2511 0.0808 0.2468 0.4204 0.5796 12.02
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0649 0.0250 0.0638 0.1046 0.8954 12.02
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.2511 0.0808 0.2468 0.4204 0.5796 11.92
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.0649 0.0250 0.0638 0.1046 0.8954 11.92
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 11.87
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 11.87
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.2251 0.0589 0.2222 0.3872 0.6128 11.78
parakeet-tdt-1.1b Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.0260 0.0024 0.0256 0.0383 0.9617 11.78
vosk-en None - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2381 0.0636 0.2340 0.4032 0.5968 12.45
vosk-en None - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0390 0.0081 0.0383 0.0591 0.9409 12.45
vosk-en None - No_normalization Brut 0.2381 0.0636 0.2340 0.4032 0.5968 12.18
vosk-en None - No_normalization Normalisé 0.0390 0.0081 0.0383 0.0591 0.9409 12.18
vosk-en Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.8831 0.8689 0.8831 0.9266 0.0734 42.81
vosk-en Cathedral - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.8485 0.8574 0.8485 0.8767 0.1233 42.81
vosk-en Cathedral - No_normalization Brut 0.8961 0.8862 0.8961 0.9344 0.0656 42.27
vosk-en Cathedral - No_normalization Normalisé 0.8615 0.8783 0.8615 0.8833 0.1167 42.27
vosk-en Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Brut 0.4069 0.1923 0.4034 0.6055 0.3945 30.49
vosk-en Megaphone, outdoor - Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.2468 0.1418 0.2446 0.3675 0.6325 30.49
vosk-en Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Brut 0.4069 0.1947 0.4034 0.6036 0.3964 28.41
vosk-en Megaphone, outdoor - No_normalization Normalisé 0.2468 0.1442 0.2446 0.3645 0.6355 28.41
vosk-en None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.2381 0.0636 0.2340 0.4032 0.5968 12.22
vosk-en None Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.0390 0.0081 0.0383 0.0591 0.9409 12.22
vosk-en None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.2381 0.0636 0.2340 0.4032 0.5968 12.19
vosk-en None Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.0390 0.0081 0.0383 0.0591 0.9409 12.19
vosk-en Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.9567 0.9639 0.9567 0.9639 0.0361 30.53
vosk-en Cathedral Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.9567 0.9629 0.9567 0.9639 0.0361 30.53
vosk-en Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.9654 0.9765 0.9654 0.9654 0.0346 34.62
vosk-en Cathedral Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.9654 0.9758 0.9654 0.9654 0.0346 34.62
vosk-en Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Brut 0.4416 0.2300 0.4378 0.6358 0.3642 28.98
vosk-en Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid Broadcast_standard Normalisé 0.2987 0.1821 0.2961 0.4293 0.5707 28.98
vosk-en Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Brut 0.4372 0.2316 0.4335 0.6338 0.3662 30.09
vosk-en Megaphone, outdoor Demucs_hybrid No_normalization Normalisé 0.2987 0.1837 0.2961 0.4348 0.5652 30.09

Metrics Reference

This section explains the metrics used to evaluate ASR (Automatic Speech Recognition) performance. All metrics are computed by comparing the reference (ground truth) text with the hypothesis (transcription) text.

WER - Word Error Rate

Range: 0 to ∞ (typically 0 to 1)  |  Lower is better

The most common ASR metric. Measures the edit distance at word level.

WER = (Substitutions + Deletions + Insertions) / Total Reference Words

Example: If reference is "the cat sat" and hypothesis is "a cat sits", WER = 2/3 = 0.667

CER - Character Error Rate

Range: 0 to ∞ (typically 0 to 1)  |  Lower is better

Like WER but computed at character level. More granular, useful for languages without clear word boundaries.

CER = (Char Substitutions + Char Deletions + Char Insertions) / Total Reference Characters

Note: CER is often lower than WER since partial word matches are credited.

MER - Match Error Rate

Range: 0 to 1  |  Lower is better

Proportion of words that were not correctly matched between reference and hypothesis.

MER = (Substitutions + Deletions + Insertions) / (Hits + Substitutions + Deletions + Insertions)

Key difference from WER: MER is bounded at 1.0 and accounts for hypothesis length.

WIL - Word Information Lost

Range: 0 to 1  |  Lower is better

Measures the proportion of word information that was lost in transcription.

WIL = 1 - (Hits² / (Reference Length × Hypothesis Length))

Interpretation: Combines precision and recall into a single information-theoretic measure.

WIP - Word Information Preserved

Range: 0 to 1  |  Higher is better

The complement of WIL - measures how much word information was correctly preserved.

WIP = Hits² / (Reference Length × Hypothesis Length) = 1 - WIL

Note: This is the only metric where higher values indicate better performance.

Understanding the Visualizations

Performance Overview

Interactive scatter plot showing the trade-off between processing time (X-axis) and error rate (Y-axis). Points closer to the bottom-left corner represent faster and more accurate transcriptions.

Metrics Heatmap

Color-coded matrix comparing all metrics across configurations. Green indicates good performance, red indicates poor performance. WIP column is inverted since higher values are better.

Box Plots (Resilience Analysis)

Shows the distribution of metric values grouped by engine, degradation type, or other factors. Useful for identifying which engines are most resilient to audio degradation.

  • Box: Shows the interquartile range (IQR) - middle 50% of values
  • Line in box: Median value
  • Whiskers: Extend to 1.5× IQR from the box
  • Points beyond whiskers: Outliers

Transcription Analysis

Side-by-side comparison of reference and hypothesis texts with diff highlighting:

  • Deleted text - Words/characters in reference but missing in hypothesis
  • Inserted text - Words/characters in hypothesis but not in reference

Filters

Use the dropdown filters at the top to focus on specific subsets of results. All tabs respect the current filter selection. Click "Reset" to restore all filters to default.

Metric Normalization

The normalization checkboxes control how metrics (WER, CER, MER, WIL, WIP) are computed:

  • Lowercase: Case-insensitive comparison ("Hello" = "hello")
  • Remove Punctuation: Ignores punctuation marks ("don't" = "dont")
  • Expand Contractions: English only - converts "don't" → "do not"

Note: Text normalization is now a grid search dimension - each combination produces separate results with normalized text shown in the diff view.