-2.00
- Kill
- 229
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 55
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 92%
- ISK distrutti
- 136.75B
- +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
- 229
- Perdite
- 55
- Indice di pericolo
- 91%
- Colpi finali
- 40
- Punti
- 229
ISK
- Distrutti
- 136.75B
- Persi
- 11.90B
- Bilancio
- +124.85B
- Efficienza ISK
- 92%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 14
- Percentuale solo
- 6%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 5
- Quota perdite NPC
- 9%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti415.5K
Rapporto danni · 44%
Danni subiti529.4K
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
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Bio in gioco
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.