Why Speech-to-text is (select "is"/delete) isn't always your friend

Obviously I don't have enough hands. I have two little kids, chores to take care of, projects I would like to complete...and books to write. Which explains why I spent totally wasted an hour of my life on trying to figure out the speech to text thingummy on my computer. My brother is a computer geek; he once wrote a paper hands-free to prove a point. So, why not try?

Because... It turned the opening lines of my ms (which I was practicing dictating on) from this:

Do you know what holds together the mighty castles and lofty cathedrals?

I do. It is dirt. Between the carefully chiseled stones, around the stained glass windows, at the base of every buttress is the good earth. There is nothing stronger. Without it the buildings would fall and crumble—to dirt.

Do you know what soothes the peasants' feet?

No fine leather and embroidered silk for us, my friend. But the earthen floor beneath our soles softens our steps as we go to our work—tending the earth.

Do you know what makes the wine tingle in the rich lord's mouth?

Yes, it is the dirt. Our golden soil grows strong vines and imbues the grapes with its flavor. That is the secret behind our wines: the soil and clay, the mud and the dust, all toiling in silence to make our work fruitful.
No one notices it. We never thank the grime for what it gives us or tip our hats at daybreak to this hardest worker in the fields. But without it? We could never survive.
 
To this:
 
Do you know what holds together the mighty tassels of mufti cathedrals?
I do. It is dirt. Between the carefully chiseled stones, around the stained glass windows, at the base of every buttress is the good earth. There is nothing stronger. Without it the buildings would fall and crumble--two dirt.
Do you know what soothes the peasants' feet?

No fine mother and Jon Voight did so for us, my friend. But the earth and four beneath their souls softens our steps is the growth for work--tending the earth.

Do you know what makes the wine tingle in the rich lord's mouth?

Yes, it is the dirt. Our golden soil from strong blinds and infuse the Grapes with its flavor. But it's secret behind our winds: the soil and clay, the mud in the dust, all 20 and silenced to make our work fruitful.

No one notices it. We'll ever thank the grime from one gives us or two perhaps it deep creek to this hardest worker in the fields. But without it? We could never survive.

 

I am particularly confused as to how Jon Voight made his way into 14th century France....

I think I'll stick to typing.