Once while wildcamping I got bitten while I had to boil water outside my tent. Once food ready I zipped into tent and ate dinner, never to leave it again until dark, cooler and midge free. Next day m on top of a hill I counted bites on me. I decided to stop counting at just over 40. I still had to count bites on my thigh, whole of other leg, both arms, head, neck, hands and a few other places. Let's just say you could probably measure the bites by weight lost due to missing flesh!
Seriously I was a midge magnet back then. That night I had a bit of fun writing my name in midges using insect repellent as the pen! It was really that bad, the midges covered part of my tent in a black cloud trying to get the mesh to me!