Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD6Z7PRVZ6TWPQ5CJWK219X

Run Details

Duration:
15.8s
Cost:
$0.000584
Provider:
Poolside

Model input

System
You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue. You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex. Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.
User/Human
<codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </codex> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

AI
The amber glow from the green neon sign above The Raven's Nest cast shifting shadows across the cobblestones as Aurora pushed through the door, shaking rain from her jacket. The familiar scent of aged wood and stale beer wrapped around her like a memory, and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She'd been walking for twenty minutes since finishing her last delivery, the damp London evening seeping through her thin jacket. The bar was quieter than usual this early, just a handful of regulars scattered across the worn leather stools and mismatched tables. She nodded at the man polishing glasses behind the bar—Silas, though she barely registered his face anymore—and made her way toward the back corner where the light was dimmest. That's when she heard it. A voice, low and familiar, cutting through the soft hum of conversation like a knife through silk. "Rory?" She froze mid-step, the name catching in her throat like a fishbone. Slowly, she turned toward the sound, her boots scuffing against the worn floorboards. Sitting at the far end of the bar, nursing what looked like a whiskey, was a woman with dark hair pulled back in a loose bun, her profile illuminated by the warm glow of the pendant lamp above. Aurora's pulse quickened. She knew that silhouette, those careful angles of the face, the way the person held themselves—shoulders slightly hunched, as if carrying something invisible but heavy. "Rory?" The voice came again, softer this time, tinged with something she couldn't immediately place. Hope? Disbelief? "Is that really you?" She took a hesitant step forward, then another, her movements awkward as if her body remembered this person even if her mind struggled to reconcile the years between them. Up close, the changes were undeniable. The sharp jawline had softened, the once-bright eyes now held shadows beneath them, and there were lines around the mouth that hadn't been there before. But it was the way she tilted her head slightly when confused—the exact same gesture—that made Aurora's stomach clench. "Elena?" The name escaped her lips like a whisper, barely audible above the clink of ice in glasses. Elena looked up then, and Aurora felt the blood drain from her face. The woman who had been her best friend throughout university, who had shared countless late-night conversations about everything from their dreams to their fears, who had been the first person she called when things fell apart—she looked older. Not just a little older, but fundamentally changed. There was something harder around the eyes now, a wariness that hadn't existed before, and her hair, once chestnut and flowing, was cropped short in a style that seemed to emphasize the new angles of her face. "Oh my God," Elena whispered, setting her glass down with unnecessary gentleness. "It really is you." Aurora sank into the stool beside her without being invited, her hands wrapped tightly around the mug of tea she'd ordered—she still didn't drink alcohol, not really, not since... well, since things had gotten complicated. "I thought you moved to Manchester," she said, though she already knew the answer. Everyone had thought that. "I did," Elena replied, her voice careful, measured. "For a while. Then I came back. Then I left again. Then—" She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. "God, Rory. Look at you. You look exactly the same." "That's not true," Aurora said quickly, though the compliment stung in a way she didn't expect. "You look... different." "Different how?" The question hung in the air between them, heavy with all the things they weren't saying. Different meant scarred. Different meant worn down by life in ways that couldn't be undone. Different meant no longer the girl who used to stay up until dawn talking about moving to Paris and opening a bookshop by the Seine. "I mean," Elena continued, choosing her words with deliberate precision, "you look... settled. Like you belong somewhere." Aurora felt heat rise to her cheeks. "Do I?" She glanced around the bar, at the maps on the walls, the photographs of people she barely knew, the man behind the counter who had become something of a guardian figure over the past year. "I guess I do, now." There was a pause, and during it, the weight of their separation pressed down between them. Three years, almost four, since they'd last spoken. Three years since Elena had vanished from her life without explanation, leaving behind only a note that said she needed space and a phone number that eventually went dead. "What happened to you?" Elena asked suddenly, her tone sharper than necessary. "Really. Because whatever it was, it changed you." Aurora studied her friend's face, searching for clues about the woman Elena had become. The fine lines around her eyes suggested worry, maybe even fear. Her hands, resting on the bar, bore no rings, and Aurora remembered how she'd always talked about wanting to get married young, how she'd even picked out a dress once during one of their more optimistic conversations. "I got lucky," Aurora said finally. "Met someone who... helped me see things differently." "You mean him." Elena's voice carried a note of recognition, perhaps even jealousy. "The one who—" "No," Aurora interrupted, holding up a hand. "It's not like that. He just... showed me that running away doesn't solve anything. That sometimes staying put is the brave thing to do." Elena stared at her for a long moment, and Aurora wondered if she was seeing the ghost of their old friendship reflected back at her. The girl who used to braid her hair before exams, who had cried when Elena's mother died, who had promised they'd always be there for each other no matter what. "And what about me?" Elena asked quietly. "Did I ever stay put? Did I ever choose to be brave?" The question caught Aurora off guard. She'd spent so long wondering what had happened to her friend, what had driven her away, that she'd never considered asking what Elena herself might have been running from. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I'm sorry I didn't try harder to find you." Elena's laugh was hollow, echoing slightly in the quiet space between them. "You were happy. I could tell from your social media—though I suppose that's not real life, is it? Just highlight reels and carefully curated moments." "That's not—" Aurora opened her mouth to protest, then closed it again. Because it was true, wasn't it? Her online presence painted a picture of contentment—a cozy flat above a bar, a steady job delivering food, a circle of friends who seemed to accept her without question. But the truth was more complicated than any Instagram caption could convey. "What about you?" Aurora pressed, leaning forward slightly. "What happened in Manchester? What made you come back?" For a moment, Elena said nothing. Then she reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a small photograph, worn at the edges from handling. She placed it on the bar between them, and Aurora recognized herself immediately—both of them, actually, captured in a moment from their final year at university, arms linked and grinning wildly outside the library where they'd spent countless hours studying together. "They found him," Elena said simply. "The man who hurt me. The one I told you about, remember? The one I was too ashamed to press charges against." Aurora's grip tightened on her mug. She remembered. Vaguely. Elena had mentioned something once, late one night when they'd both been drinking wine and feeling invincible, about a professor who'd crossed boundaries and then disappeared when confronted. They'd talked about reporting him, about seeking justice, but somehow it had never happened. Life had moved on, and so had the conversation. "He went to trial," Elena continued, her voice flat. "And everyone took his side. Said I was lying, that I was trying to ruin his career. Even some of our professors believed him." Aurora felt sick. "Oh God. Oh, Ellie—I'm so sorry." "Don't call me that." Elena's eyes flashed with something raw and painful. "That's not who I am anymore." "But you're still in there somewhere," Aurora insisted, reaching across the bar to cover Elena's hand with her own. "I can see it. You're still my friend." Elena pulled her hand away so quickly that Aurora heard the sharp intake of breath that followed. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Outside, the rain had stopped, and the city sounds drifted in through the open door—cars passing, footsteps on wet pavement, the distant wail of a siren. "I used to think about you a lot," Elena said finally, staring down at the photograph. "Wondering if you knew. Wondering if you would have believed me." "I would have," Aurora said fiercely. "I always believed you." "Did you?" Elena looked up then, really looked at her, and Aurora saw something flicker in those changed eyes—recognition, perhaps, of the person she used to be. "Because I kept waiting for you to reach out. Kept hoping you'd call, or text, or just show up at my door. But you never did." "I tried," Aurora protested. "After you left, I went to your flat, but your roommate said you'd already moved out. I sent emails, left messages..." "And I changed my number," Elena finished quietly. "Thought if I disappeared completely, maybe I could start over. Maybe I could pretend none of it ever happened." "You don't have to pretend anymore," Aurora said. "We're here now. Whatever you need—" "I don't need anything from you," Elena interrupted, but there was no bite in her voice anymore. Just exhaustion. "Not from anyone." Aurora nodded slowly, understanding settling over her like a shroud. This wasn't about forgiveness or making amends or any of the tidy resolutions that movies promised. This was about two people who had once been inseparable, now standing on opposite sides of an unbridgeable divide, connected only by a shared history and the painful awareness of how much they'd both lost. "You should go home," Elena said, gathering her coat. "It's late, and you have work tomorrow." "I finish deliveries at eight," Aurora pointed out gently. "I know." Elena smiled sadly. "I used to follow your shifts on the app. Just to see where you were." The admission hit Aurora like a physical blow. All this time, Elena had been watching her from afar, tracking her movements through a delivery app, never daring to make contact. It was both heartbreaking and infuriating in equal measure. "I'm not going anywhere tonight," Aurora said firmly. "We're not done talking." Elena hesitated, then nodded almost imperceptibly. And so they sat there, two former friends caught in the uncomfortable space between who they used to be and who they'd become, sipping their drinks and trying to navigate the wreckage of a friendship that time and trauma had nearly destroyed. Outside, the city continued its endless rhythm, indifferent to the quiet drama playing out in a dimly lit bar in Soho. But inside The Raven's Nest, surrounded by maps and memories, something fragile and precious was slowly beginning to mend itself, thread by careful thread.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
0.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags32
adverbTagCount13
adverbTags
0"The voice came again [again]"
1"She laughed bitterly [bitterly]"
2"Aurora said quickly [quickly]"
3"She glanced around [around]"
4"Elena asked suddenly [suddenly]"
5"Aurora said finally [finally]"
6"Elena asked quietly [quietly]"
7"Elena said simply [simply]"
8"Elena said finally [finally]"
9"Aurora said fiercely [fiercely]"
10"Elena finished quietly [quietly]"
11"Elena smiled sadly [sadly]"
12"Aurora said firmly [firmly]"
dialogueSentences62
tagDensity0.516
leniency1
rawRatio0.406
effectiveRatio0.406
46.52% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1870
totalAiIsmAdverbs20
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count3
1
adverb"slightly"
count4
2
adverb"really"
count5
3
adverb"tightly"
count1
4
adverb"quickly"
count2
5
adverb"suddenly"
count1
6
adverb"carefully"
count1
7
adverb"completely"
count1
8
adverb"gently"
count1
9
adverb"sadly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
1"slightly"
2"really"
3"tightly"
4"quickly"
5"suddenly"
6"carefully"
7"completely"
8"gently"
9"sadly"
80.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0"Blackwood"
found
0"Elena"
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
59.89% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1870
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"familiar"
count2
1
word"silk"
count1
2
word"pulse"
count1
3
word"quickened"
count1
4
word"tinged"
count1
5
word"stomach"
count1
6
word"whisper"
count1
7
word"measured"
count1
8
word"weight"
count1
9
word"echoing"
count1
10
word"footsteps"
count1
11
word"flicker"
count1
12
word"firmly"
count1
13
word"navigate"
count1
highlights
0"familiar"
1"silk"
2"pulse"
3"quickened"
4"tinged"
5"stomach"
6"whisper"
7"measured"
8"weight"
9"echoing"
10"footsteps"
11"flicker"
12"firmly"
13"navigate"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"let out a breath"
count1
1
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"let out a breath"
1"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences100
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences100
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"happened to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences130
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen42
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1857
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions32
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"For a moment, Elena said nothing."
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions70
wordCount1420
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity1.97
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity5
worstWindowName"Elena"
discoveredNames
Raven2
Nest2
Aurora28
London1
Silas1
Hope1
Elena28
Paris1
Seine1
Instagram1
Soho1
Different3
persons
0"Raven"
1"Nest"
2"Aurora"
3"Silas"
4"Elena"
5"Different"
places
0"London"
1"Paris"
2"Seine"
3"Soho"
globalScore0.514
windowScore0
51.32% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences76
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"looked like a whiskey, was a woman with d"
1"as if carrying something invisible but heavy"
2"style that seemed to emphasize the new angles of her face"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.539
wordCount1857
matches
0"Not just a little older, but fundamentally changed"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences130
matches
0"knew that silhouette"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs54
mean34.39
std21.35
cv0.621
sampleLengths
056
171
222
31
463
528
621
779
818
996
1016
1153
1236
1319
142
1556
1617
1749
1853
1920
2062
2114
2216
2331
2455
2519
2635
2715
2837
2959
3017
3168
3228
3360
3433
359
3618
3727
3850
3927
4010
4153
4225
4327
4414
4522
4661
4716
489
4920
94.74% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences100
matches
0"was cropped"
1"being invited"
2"get married"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs258
matches
0"weren't saying"
1"was seeing"
2"was slowly beginning"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount11
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences9
totalSentences130
ratio0.069
matches
0"She nodded at the man polishing glasses behind the bar—Silas, though she barely registered his face anymore—and made her way toward the back corner where the light was dimmest."
1"She knew that silhouette, those careful angles of the face, the way the person held themselves—shoulders slightly hunched, as if carrying something invisible but heavy."
2"But it was the way she tilted her head slightly when confused—the exact same gesture—that made Aurora's stomach clench."
3"The woman who had been her best friend throughout university, who had shared countless late-night conversations about everything from their dreams to their fears, who had been the first person she called when things fell apart—she looked older."
4"Aurora sank into the stool beside her without being invited, her hands wrapped tightly around the mug of tea she'd ordered—she still didn't drink alcohol, not really, not since..."
5"Her online presence painted a picture of contentment—a cozy flat above a bar, a steady job delivering food, a circle of friends who seemed to accept her without question."
6"She placed it on the bar between them, and Aurora recognized herself immediately—both of them, actually, captured in a moment from their final year at university, arms linked and grinning wildly outside the library where they'd spent countless hours studying together."
7"Outside, the rain had stopped, and the city sounds drifted in through the open door—cars passing, footsteps on wet pavement, the distant wail of a siren."
8"\"Did you?\" Elena looked up then, really looked at her, and Aurora saw something flicker in those changed eyes—recognition, perhaps, of the person she used to be."
76.53% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1434
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount86
adverbRatio0.0599721059972106
lyAdverbCount39
lyAdverbRatio0.027196652719665274
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences130
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences130
mean14.28
std10.1
cv0.707
sampleLengths
029
127
220
322
429
55
617
71
812
913
1038
113
1225
1315
141
151
164
1729
186
1925
2019
2118
2213
2338
248
2537
2612
274
2829
296
3014
314
328
3318
3410
3516
363
372
3816
393
4012
4125
4217
437
4437
455
4616
478
4829
4912
55.13% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats10
diversityRatio0.3769230769230769
totalSentences130
uniqueOpeners49
72.46% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences92
matches
0"Slowly, she turned toward the"
1"Then she reached into the"
ratio0.022
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount14
totalSentences92
matches
0"She'd been walking for twenty"
1"She nodded at the man"
2"She froze mid-step, the name"
3"She knew that silhouette, those"
4"She took a hesitant step"
5"she said, though she already"
6"She laughed bitterly, shaking her"
7"She glanced around the bar,"
8"Her hands, resting on the"
9"She'd spent so long wondering"
10"Her online presence painted a"
11"She placed it on the"
12"They'd talked about reporting him,"
13"It was both heartbreaking and"
ratio0.152
79.57% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount70
totalSentences92
matches
0"The amber glow from the"
1"The familiar scent of aged"
2"She'd been walking for twenty"
3"The bar was quieter than"
4"She nodded at the man"
5"That's when she heard it."
6"A voice, low and familiar,"
7"She froze mid-step, the name"
8"Aurora's pulse quickened."
9"She knew that silhouette, those"
10"The voice came again, softer"
11"She took a hesitant step"
12"The sharp jawline had softened,"
13"The name escaped her lips"
14"Elena looked up then, and"
15"The woman who had been"
16"Elena whispered, setting her glass"
17"Aurora sank into the stool"
18"she said, though she already"
19"Everyone had thought that."
ratio0.761
54.35% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences92
matches
0"Because it was true, wasn't"
ratio0.011
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences44
technicalSentenceCount13
matches
0"She knew that silhouette, those careful angles of the face, the way the person held themselves—shoulders slightly hunched, as if carrying something invisible bu…"
1"She took a hesitant step forward, then another, her movements awkward as if her body remembered this person even if her mind struggled to reconcile the years be…"
2"The sharp jawline had softened, the once-bright eyes now held shadows beneath them, and there were lines around the mouth that hadn't been there before."
3"But it was the way she tilted her head slightly when confused—the exact same gesture—that made Aurora's stomach clench."
4"The woman who had been her best friend throughout university, who had shared countless late-night conversations about everything from their dreams to their fear…"
5"There was something harder around the eyes now, a wariness that hadn't existed before, and her hair, once chestnut and flowing, was cropped short in a style tha…"
6"Different meant no longer the girl who used to stay up until dawn talking about moving to Paris and opening a bookshop by the Seine."
7"Three years since Elena had vanished from her life without explanation, leaving behind only a note that said she needed space and a phone number that eventually…"
8"Her hands, resting on the bar, bore no rings, and Aurora remembered how she'd always talked about wanting to get married young, how she'd even picked out a dres…"
9"Her online presence painted a picture of contentment—a cozy flat above a bar, a steady job delivering food, a circle of friends who seemed to accept her without…"
10"Elena had mentioned something once, late one night when they'd both been drinking wine and feeling invincible, about a professor who'd crossed boundaries and th…"
11"This wasn't about forgiveness or making amends or any of the tidy resolutions that movies promised."
12"This was about two people who had once been inseparable, now standing on opposite sides of an unbridgeable divide, connected only by a shared history and the pa…"
62.50% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags32
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"Elena replied, her voice careful, measured"
1"Aurora said quickly, though the compliment stung in a way she didn't expect"
2"Elena asked suddenly, her tone sharper than necessary"
3"Elena continued, her voice flat"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags23
fancyCount11
fancyTags
0"Elena whispered (whisper)"
1"She laughed bitterly (laugh)"
2"Elena continued (continue)"
3"Aurora interrupted (interrupt)"
4"she admitted (admit)"
5"Aurora opened (open)"
6"Aurora pressed (press)"
7"Elena continued (continue)"
8"Aurora insisted (insist)"
9"Aurora protested (protest)"
10"Elena interrupted (interrupt)"
dialogueSentences62
tagDensity0.371
leniency0.742
rawRatio0.478
effectiveRatio0.355
69.9890%