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[PFLYD] Learning To Fly
20 membersTax 0%Founded in 2017
- Kills
- 1,931
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 510
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 92%
- ISK destroyed
- 474.93B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1,931
- Losses
- 510
- Danger Ratio
- 78%
- Final Blows
- 718
- Points
- 1,812
ISK
- Destroyed
- 474.93B
- Lost
- 41.18B
- Balance
- +433.75B
- ISK Efficiency
- 92%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 323
- Solo Ratio
- 17%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 110
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 22%
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
What the corporation flies, where it fights, 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.
Battles
Engagements in the selected window, from our own killmail archive
Description
Into the distance a ribbon of black.
Stretched to the point of no turning back.
A flight of fancy on a windswept field.
Standing alone my senses reeled.
A fatal attraction is holding me fast.
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings.
Unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything.
No navigator to find my way home.
Unladened, empty and turned to stone.
A soul in tension that's learning to fly.
Condition grounded but determined to try.
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer.
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air.
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly.
Out of the corner of my watering eye.
A dream unthreatened by the morning light.
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.
There's no sensation to compare with this.
Suspended animation, a state of bliss.
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies.
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Stretched to the point of no turning back.
A flight of fancy on a windswept field.
Standing alone my senses reeled.
A fatal attraction is holding me fast.
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings.
Unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything.
No navigator to find my way home.
Unladened, empty and turned to stone.
A soul in tension that's learning to fly.
Condition grounded but determined to try.
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer.
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air.
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly.
Out of the corner of my watering eye.
A dream unthreatened by the morning light.
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.
There's no sensation to compare with this.
Suspended animation, a state of bliss.
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies.
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I.