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Johnny Holdems
Jun 19, 2017
Feb 11, 2014(12y)
Feb 11, 2027(300d)
Combat
Kills712
Losses197
Efficiency78%
ISK
Destroyed782.48b
Lost86.11b
ISK Eff.90%
Solo
Solo Kills19
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows100
Points712
Other
NPC Losses14
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day0.16
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
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Johnny Holdems
Last Active
Jun 19, 2017
Birthday
Feb 11, 2014 (12 years old)
Next Birthday
Feb 11, 2027 (300 days)
Combat
Kills712
Losses197
Efficiency78%
Danger Ratio93%
ISK
Destroyed782.48b
Lost86.11b
ISK Efficiency90%
Balance+696.37b
Solo
Solo Kills19
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows100
Points712
Other
NPC Losses14
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day0.16
ActivityInactive
No data available
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Dashboard
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Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -