Algs [better]: Pll

Every time Leo reached the last layer, he’d freeze. “Which algorithm is this again?” he’d mutter, staring at the scrambled top like it held ancient secrets.

Sam smiled. “Let me tell you a story,” he said. pll algs

One morning, Alfie woke up across from where he belonged. Betsy was beside him, also wrong. Carlos and Dee were swapped. Every time Leo reached the last layer, he’d freeze