0.10
- Kill
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 17%
- ISK distrutti
- 17.3M
- +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
- 1
- Perdite
- 1
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 1
- Punti
- 1
ISK
- Distrutti
- 17.3M
- Persi
- 83.9M
- Bilancio
- -66.6M
- Efficienza ISK
- 17%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti7.7K
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
Even in the midst of flowing time,
Look, listlessness dances round and round.
I can't even see my heart,
As it withdraws from me, and I don't care.
Even if I don't make a move,
I keep being swept away through the cracks of time.
I don't give a damn about anything around me,
I am me, and that's all there is to it.
Is there a future for someone like this?
Do I belong in this world?
Does my heart ache now? Do I grieve now?
I simply know nothing about myself.
Merely walking leaves me exhausted,
So how could I care about anyone else?
If even someone like me could change,
Were I to actually change, I'd turn white.
Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing?
My words are useless, even if I were to speak them.
Sadness only leaves me exhausted,
And I'd rather live my days feeling nothing.
Even if you told me those bewildering words,
My heart would be eleswhere, not listening.
If I were to make a move on my own, and change everything,
I'd still turn it all black.
Look, listlessness dances round and round.
I can't even see my heart,
As it withdraws from me, and I don't care.
Even if I don't make a move,
I keep being swept away through the cracks of time.
I don't give a damn about anything around me,
I am me, and that's all there is to it.
Is there a future for someone like this?
Do I belong in this world?
Does my heart ache now? Do I grieve now?
I simply know nothing about myself.
Merely walking leaves me exhausted,
So how could I care about anyone else?
If even someone like me could change,
Were I to actually change, I'd turn white.
Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing?
My words are useless, even if I were to speak them.
Sadness only leaves me exhausted,
And I'd rather live my days feeling nothing.
Even if you told me those bewildering words,
My heart would be eleswhere, not listening.
If I were to make a move on my own, and change everything,
I'd still turn it all black.