I read, talk, walk, write, and wash the dishes slowly. In school, I was usually one of the last people to finish tests.
It took me 8 years to get my undergraduate degree in philosophy, partly because I always took the minimum possible course load (and partly because I loved it there so much). I don't like to be rushed. I think maybe philosophy attracts the slow people. Something about these very difficult, intricate arguments makes for 2 page papers that take 8 hours to read. I could easily spend 30-40 hours writing one 3 page paper.
I've been asking myself for years if there's compensation I get for being slow. I'm still not sure, but I think maybe I'm more patient than most. And maybe the slowness is connected to a certain kind of mental openness or flexibility. Nothing is finished for me. None of my beliefs so firmly held. Everything is about making incremental progress.
This could or could not be related to the slowness, but I seem to be pretty good at knowing when I don't know something. That's what I attributed my successes in school to. I knew when I needed to keep digging, keep asking questions.
I once had a job translating a bit of software from one programming language to another. At the same time three other people translated the code into other programming languages. It was the perfect setup to compare myself to other people and I took about twice as long as the others. My boss gave me the feedback that I was slower than they thought I would be. But on the other hand, I seemed to be more able to find problems in the original program than my faster coworkers. I wasn't hired to find bugs, and I wasn't trying to be careful. I was trying to go as fast as I could. But I think I just approach these kinds of things differently.