I can speak quickly and without drawing breath.
So in my first year of uni I volunteered as a team member for a sponsored debate on campus. I was the only chick, person under 25 and the only one with no previous public speaking experience.

To the 300 people in the crowd I am sorry for speaking so quickly that you couldn't understand me. The perfectly delivered practice runs of 3 minutes to the second became 2 minutes of jabber instead.

To make matters worse, a seasoned speaked from my team had spoken for 3 minutes when the buzzer rang. He paused, turned to me, then turned to the adjudicator and said, "Boozehound had a minute left and I am using it". Which he did.

The shame. The burning shame.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Sat 20 Aug 2011, 12:38, 2 replies)

One word: teamwork.
You nobly gave up a whole minute for a speaker who couldn't speak concisely enough. How very strategic.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 20 Aug 2011, 15:03, closed)

^
I hope your teammate was suitably ashamed of his ramblings.
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Sat 20 Aug 2011, 22:26, closed)