- Kill
- 188
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 26
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 72%
- ISK distrutti
- 34.72B
- +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
- 188
- Perdite
- 26
- Indice di pericolo
- 92%
- Colpi finali
- 31
- Punti
- 188
ISK
- Distrutti
- 34.72B
- Persi
- 13.21B
- Bilancio
- +21.51B
- Efficienza ISK
- 72%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 8%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti95.4M
Rapporto danni · 100%
Danni subiti369.8K
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
SMOKE POT There- is no- esca- ping Death,
EAT TWAT Cuz life- is just- a Murder- Train- a'comin.'
...all day long
Can you remember, remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
Oh, and cold spirit of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past
I am returning the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day
A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life (your tears are lost in falling rain)
And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers
EAT TWAT Cuz life- is just- a Murder- Train- a'comin.'
...all day long
Can you remember, remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
Oh, and cold spirit of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past
I am returning the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day
A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life (your tears are lost in falling rain)
And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers