Magnus usually gets plenty of rest during championships, sinking into eight solid hours of peace each evening.

But not last night.

For some reason—one he can't explain and doesn't seem to care about—he couldn't get any shut-eye, and now it's showing in his match.

He lets out a little sigh, rubbing his forehead and battling to stay alert as the seemingly endless, predictable game drags on.

He's sleepy.