Oftalmólogo
Estás tratando de pasar el tiempo mientras estás en el optometrista. Observas que hay una cuadrícula de cuatro números:
Ves muchos espejos y lentes en el optometrista, y te preguntas cómo cambiar la cuadrícula horizontal o verticalmente cambiaría la cuadrícula.
Específicamente, un giro "horizontal" (a través de la línea central horizontal) tomaría la cuadrícula original de cuatro números y daría como resultado:
Un giro "vertical" (a través de la línea central vertical) tomaría la cuadrícula original de cuatro números y daría como resultado:
Tu tarea es determinar la orientación final de los números en la cuadrícula después de una secuencia de giros horizontales y verticales.
Entrada
La entrada consta de una línea, compuesta por una secuencia de al menos uno y como máximo 1000000 caracteres. Cada carácter es H, que representa un giro horizontal, o V, que representa un giro vertical.
Salida
La Orientación final de los 4 números
Ejemplo de Entrada 1
HVEjemplo de Salida 1
4 3
2 1
Comentaris
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