I did that once when I was having a party, 360 went fine, 540 was a bit more difficult, 720 was already vastly overachieving and somehow a miracle that I actually landed it.
I should have stopped there but there were some well fit birds cheering me on and with a large amount of alcohol running trough my veins I tried once more, I tensed every muscle in my body, hucked hard as possible, did a spin so fast I created a small gravitational field around me, lost all my sense of direction in the process and proceeded to land skewed on a wet spot with one foot.
Needless to say, what then happened is that I slipped, and then was heading for the sharp corner of my Italian design desk which is hewn from a material far denser and harder then granite. Luckily for me instead of my face my ribs cushioned the blow resulting in four badly bruised ribs with a total of fifteen hairline fractures. (How I didn't shatter them in forty piece is beyond me.) I totally walked it off though because of cocaine and alcohol.
Next morning waking up was horrible do. It felt like I had been shot. (Not that I would know what being shot felt like but it can't be far off.)
