text_original: I think that my heart had nearly ceased to beat ; that the blood had turned to water in my veins. I was cold ; a chill sweat was on my face. The hand of death had come quite close.
text_transcription: I THINK THAT MY HEART HAD NEARLY CEASED TO BEAT THAT THE BLOOD HAD TURNED TO WATER IN MY VEINS I WAS COLD A CHILL SWEAT WAS ON MY FACE THE HAND OF DEATH HAD COME QUITE CLOSE
phonemes: aɪ θˈɪŋk ðæt maɪ hˈɑːɹt hæd nˌɪɹli sˈiːst tə bˈiːt ; ðætðə blˈʌd hæd tˈɜːnd tə wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪn maɪ vˈeɪnz. aɪ wʌz kˈoʊld ; ɐ tʃˈɪl swˈɛt wʌz ˌɔn maɪ fˈeɪs. ðə hˈænd ʌv dˈɛθ hæd kˈʌm kwˈaɪt klˈoʊs.