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But when it comes to FPS, he falls apart.
His aim's all over, he can't hit a shot,
And his teammates sigh, wishing he'd connect the dot.
He practices daily, but it's all in vain,
His shots miss the target, causing his team pain.
He dreams of headshots and fragging the foe,
But his aim's so bad, he's always the first to go.
Yet Ryan persists, he won't give up the fight,
He'll keep practicing till he gets it right.
And maybe one day, his aim will improve,
And his teammates will cheer as he makes the winning move.