Obi-Wan Kenobi - the fastest Force user in history
The bloodwolf alone comprehends death.
And, therefore, the sweet pungency of life . howling his mournful wisdom, into the immeasurable night, to his estranged brethren the stars.
A bloodwolf is fearless. And though the Wise Prince will fight fang-and-claw to the death, maim and kill-
He also runs.
At a dead sprint, a bloodwolf, cub in jaws, can achieve velocities of eighty kilometers per hour.
On the Smuggler's Moon, a Jedi Master with his newborn Padawan ran faster.
Nar Shaddaa itself, circling the massive jewel of Nal Hutta, spins on its axis at a respectable one hundred and seventy kilometers per hour...
Obi-Wan Kenobi - ran faster.
And on a sand-lacerated mesa, a podracer utterly butchers distances at six hundred kilometers per hour.
Obi-Wan-
Ran-
Faster.
The Jedi Master ran over one hundred and sixty-five meters per second.
More than six hundred kilometers per hour.
No one, not Jedi, not Sith, had ever duplicated such superhuman locomotion.
Was Obi-Wan flying? He didn't know.
But he knew that, this time, he was not running from the blaster fire of destroyer droids. He was not running to save his own life.
He was not even running to save Qui-Gon from the slaying fire of Darth Maul's singing blade.
He was running... to save the child he loved.
To call him a blur, a smear of speed, was to substitute poor poetry in favor of truth.
Space contracted-time distended.
Obi-Wan was a fulmination on reality.
Obi-Wan was Truth.
Obi-Wan literally blazed with kinetic light_as he blistered through the Nar Shaddaan streets. And with every impossible angle he cornered, every slow-moving raindrop he dodged, every being he spared spontaneous combustion from contact with his supernatural momentum, the Jedi Master felt his muscles, his atoms, his very essence, rebelling into pandemonium.
Obi-Wan was - factually - flying apart.
--The Lone Wolf - a Tale of Obi-Wan and Luke