-10.00
- Kill
- 2247
- +462 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 200
- +5 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 98%
- ISK distrutti
- 1.54T
- +442.49B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Molto alta
- 5,1 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 2247
- Perdite
- 200
- Indice di pericolo
- 96%
- Colpi finali
- 288
- Punti
- 1696
ISK
- Distrutti
- 1.54T
- Persi
- 30.14B
- Bilancio
- +1.51T
- Efficienza ISK
- 98%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 46
- Percentuale solo
- 2%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 8
- Quota perdite NPC
- 4%
- Attività
- Molto alta
Danni inflitti49.9M
Rapporto danni · 96%
Danni subiti1.9M
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
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost