- Kill
- 1769
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 222
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 89%
- ISK distrutti
- 263.01B
- +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
- 1769
- Perdite
- 222
- Indice di pericolo
- 99%
- Colpi finali
- 465
- Punti
- 1769
ISK
- Distrutti
- 263.01B
- Persi
- 31.62B
- Bilancio
- +231.39B
- Efficienza ISK
- 89%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 190
- Percentuale solo
- 11%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 1%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti6.0M
Rapporto danni · 75%
Danni subiti2.0M
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
I don't speak English, but I know F1, F2, F3…
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats
О Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But О heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats
О Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But О heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman