- Kill
- 603
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 66
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 96%
- ISK distrutti
- 176.25B
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Inattivo
- 0 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 603
- Perdite
- 66
- Indice di pericolo
- 95%
- Colpi finali
- 80
- Punti
- 603
ISK
- Distrutti
- 176.25B
- Persi
- 7.20B
- Bilancio
- +169.05B
- Efficienza ISK
- 96%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 12
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 3
- Quota perdite NPC
- 5%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti1.3M
Rapporto danni · 70%
Danni subiti564.6K
Attività
Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite
I più preziosi
Le kill più costose del periodo
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
Ultimi 90g
Uccisi
Ucciso da
Scafi persiPerdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Bio in gioco
There once was a man from Nantucket.
who tried to piss in a bucket.
From off of a wall,
one hundred feet tall.
He missed and he said "aww, f@$k it".
There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini
A pirate, history relates,
was scuffling with some of his mates.
When he slipped on a cutlass,
which rendered him nutless,
and practically useless on dates.
There once was a man from Madrass.
Whose balls were made out of brass.
When he'd bang 'em together
they'd play stormy weather
and lightning would shoot out of his a**
There once was a man from Bonaire.
Who was doing his wife on the stair.
When the banister broke,
he doubled his stroke,
and finished her off in midair.
who tried to piss in a bucket.
From off of a wall,
one hundred feet tall.
He missed and he said "aww, f@$k it".
There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini
A pirate, history relates,
was scuffling with some of his mates.
When he slipped on a cutlass,
which rendered him nutless,
and practically useless on dates.
There once was a man from Madrass.
Whose balls were made out of brass.
When he'd bang 'em together
they'd play stormy weather
and lightning would shoot out of his a**
There once was a man from Bonaire.
Who was doing his wife on the stair.
When the banister broke,
he doubled his stroke,
and finished her off in midair.