His fingers flew over the board in front of him.

Within ten minutes, his fingers were flying over the page.

His fingers flew over the board, trying on one screen after another.

His fingers again flew over the board, but without luck.

But as I began writing, my fingers didn't exactly fly across the keyboard.

Her finger flew to his lips before she thought to stop herself.

His fingers flew over the keys and a new image appeared.

Data's fingers flew across his operations console, but it was too late.

"Anything you want," he said, his fingers flying to keep the pace.

Her fingers flew over the panel, trying to get a tactical reading.