I found my Key in a deleted voicemail from a number that had seven digits too many. It sounded like an old dial-up modem screaming in reverse. When I typed the 64-digit hex code into the prompt, my screen didn't blink. I did.
Steal it. But be warned: The trial version lets you see the truth about others. The full license shows you the truth about yourself. And nobody— nobody —has ever renewed their subscription after that.
