- Kill
- 138
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 36
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 81%
- ISK distrutti
- 25.39B
- +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
- 138
- Perdite
- 36
- Indice di pericolo
- 89%
- Colpi finali
- 21
- Punti
- 138
ISK
- Distrutti
- 25.39B
- Persi
- 5.79B
- Bilancio
- +19.60B
- Efficienza ISK
- 81%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 7
- Percentuale solo
- 5%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 4
- Quota perdite NPC
- 11%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti3.7M
Rapporto danni · 76%
Danni subiti1.1M
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
S-DNK - Лоу сек пвп корпа ищет свежей крови
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare Sonnet 18