- Kill
- 75
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 122
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 100%
- ISK distrutti
- 413.46B
- +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
- 75
- Perdite
- 122
- Indice di pericolo
- 46%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 75
ISK
- Distrutti
- 413.46B
- Persi
- 381.4M
- Bilancio
- +413.08B
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 66
- Quota perdite NPC
- 54%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti229.9K
Rapporto danni · 45%
Danni subiti279.7K
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
"On Time"
Fly envious time til thy run out thy race
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours
Whose speed is but the heavy plummets pace
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours
Which is more then what is false and vain
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss
So little is thy gain
For when as each thing bad thou hast entombed
And last of all, thy greedy self consumed,
Then long Enternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss
And joy shall overtake us as a flood
When evertything that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme throne
Of him, t'whose happy making sight alone
When once our heaven'ly soul shall climb
Then all this earthly grossness quit
Attired with stars, we shall forever sit
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O' Time
-John Milton 1608 to 1674
Fly envious time til thy run out thy race
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours
Whose speed is but the heavy plummets pace
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours
Which is more then what is false and vain
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss
So little is thy gain
For when as each thing bad thou hast entombed
And last of all, thy greedy self consumed,
Then long Enternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss
And joy shall overtake us as a flood
When evertything that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme throne
Of him, t'whose happy making sight alone
When once our heaven'ly soul shall climb
Then all this earthly grossness quit
Attired with stars, we shall forever sit
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O' Time
-John Milton 1608 to 1674