- Kills
- 229
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 55
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 92%
- ISK destroyed
- 136.75B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 229
- Losses
- 55
- Danger Ratio
- 91%
- Final Blows
- 40
- Points
- 229
ISK
- Destroyed
- 136.75B
- Lost
- 11.90B
- Balance
- +124.85B
- ISK Efficiency
- 92%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 14
- Solo Ratio
- 6%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 5
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 9%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt415.5K
Damage Ratio · 44%
Damage Taken529.4K
Activity
What they fly, where they fight, latest kills and losses
Most Valuable
The priciest kills in the window
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Last 90d
Killed
Killed By
Hulls LostLosses broken down by hull class.
In-game bio
EVE异界重生之我是大飞
Chapter I：出生一亿技能我该怎么办
Chapter II：我的VNI怎么会如此的脆弱
chapter III：奥列老兄弟变成大刷子 我该何去何从
chapter IV：过门十一个红把我屎都吓出来了？
chapter V：我以为打死亡就是环绕F1
chapter VI：七剑下天山
chapter VII：我也成为了第三章的一部分
chapter VIII：为什么我狞獾反冲这么慢
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Ending ： 尘归尘，土归土
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Chapter I：出生一亿技能我该怎么办
Chapter II：我的VNI怎么会如此的脆弱
chapter III：奥列老兄弟变成大刷子 我该何去何从
chapter IV：过门十一个红把我屎都吓出来了？
chapter V：我以为打死亡就是环绕F1
chapter VI：七剑下天山
chapter VII：我也成为了第三章的一部分
chapter VIII：为什么我狞獾反冲这么慢
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Ending ： 尘归尘，土归土
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.