Moshe dies and seconds later he sees G-d ready to judge him.
“I hope to be judged favorably G-d, how well do you think I did?”
Only a rapid mumble with the words all mushed together comes back.
“Escuse me G-d, I couldn’t understand that,” says Moshe.
Again, only a rapid mushed up mumble comes back.
“G-d, I can’t understand a word you said; you were talking so fast and the words were so mumbled,” says Moshe.
G-d replied, “I just wanted you to hear a sample of your davening to me.”