From what I see here, there's "days_since_install", "most_consecutive_login_days", and "last_activity_date" which is all visible in the profile (also "snapshot_date" to adjust the website's delay).
But you need the name to access that data, something DSP has refused to give. If he were to give one now, it could potentially be from a bought account (there's like a "black market" for these: you see the ad, contact the person through Discord/whatever and arrange an account transfer. This is not permitted by Scopely, but as long as you get away with it).
Phil is such a paranoid piece of shit that he'd never be able to bring himself to buy an old account. Not because he wouldn't be able to afford it or because it's verboten, but because in his mind everyone in the world is as big of an underhanded slimeball as himself, constantly looking to fuck over anyone and anything. So the first thing someone like Phil would do after selling their account is tell the company that they got hacked, get their account back, and the patsy that got fucked can just eat shit.
On Planet Philness, Phil does the fucking. Not you.
So like Bigbadyeet was saying, but he has to make sure he does not screw up a couple of things in the process. If done correctly with an appropriate account, he can discredit the evidence and those who don't know any better, could believe him.
If he does this and you mention it, his response will be that you're "moving the goalpost".
There are two things that stop Phil from actually debunking this, and in fact any of the 'nuggets of truth' employed against him, as they are the two things that have held Phil back his entire tenure. His laziness and his ego. His ego tells him, "No way these mouth-droolers have YOU all figured out. It's preposterous-style stupid to even
suggest it. None of THEM were valedictorians." So whenever someone calls his puddle-deep schemes out for the bullshit they are, he harrumphs at the sheer audacity you have at believing a nudnik like you could fathom his 11-D Chess machinations. Then he bans you before anyone else can get smartened up by proxy.
The laziness, of course, is what keeps him from taking any precautions to avoid being caught, doing anything more strenuous than saying "Nuh UH!" when he IS caught, or covering his tracks in any fashion. Any crook will tell you that being a crook doesn't mean you don't
work; just that it's a different
kind of work.
Phil doesn't
wanna work. He wants to have
fun.
I maintain that Phil doesn't think he's ever done anything wrong with WWE Champions, and that he's only "spent a dollar here and there" throughout. His brain only knows see money, spend money.
Phil will never admit to doing anything wrong. It spoils his victimhood narrative if there's even the infinitesimal chance that any of the shit he gets is justified. "I'm a good boy! Everyone else is just being MEAN for no reason! Money, pwease." Strangely, there seems to be a statute of limitations on this, because while he will never admit to DOING anything wrong, he does on occasion admit to having
done it 'a million years ago' 'back when you could do and say that kind of Howard Stern shock-jock stuff and get away with it' 'before he changed and matured'.
We know he still does all that shit, but who are you gonna believe? Phil, or your lying eyes?
Yeah Dave's brain is so fucking smooth and pliable he can probably trick himself into believing whatever.
But I do think there is something inside DSP that could be called a conscience. He always mentions these "nagging feelings" that make him nervous and anxious at night. I believe that's something called
guilt.
But hey that's nothing a couple whale tail shots can't fix

That's not a conscience. That's finally facing the truth that the jig is up. That's realization that the sand in the glass is getting low and those sirens in the distance are getting closer. It happens to all cowards when comeuppance is closing in and they've got to stand for all the shit they've done and finally lay down in that bed they've made.
This is about the time most unrepentant cretins will discover Jesus, thus becoming even
bigger douche-bags because now they can claim without a hint of irony, "I used to be a sinner like you, but the Lord kissed it and made it better. So
NOW I can spend all day telling you how much better I am than you because
you didn'
t find Jesus, like me."