Lines
The Keio network is based around the central Keiō Line, 37.9 km, 32 stations, which is occasionally referred to as the Keiō Main Line (京王本線, Keiō Honsen?).
| Line | Section | Length (km) | Stations | Date opened | Maximum speed (km/h) |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Keiō Line | Shinjuku - Keiō Hachiōji | 37.9 | 32 | April 15, 1913 | 110 |
| Keiō Sagamihara Line | Chōfu - Hashimoto | 22.6 | 13 | 1916 | 110 |
| Keiō Takao Line | Kitano - Takaosanguchi | 8.6 | 7 | March 20, 1931 | 105 |
| Keiō Inokashira Line | Shibuya - Kichijōji | 12.7 | 17 | 1934 | 90 |
| Keiō New Line | Shinjuku - Sasazuka | 3.6 | 4 | 1980 | |
| Keiō Dōbutsuen Line | Takahatafudō - Tama-Dōbutsukōen | 2.0 | 2 | April 29, 1964 | |
| Keiō Keibajō Line | Higashi-Fuchū - Fuchū-Keiba-Seimon-mae | 0.9 | 2 | April 29, 1955 | |
| Total | 7 lines | 88.3 |
The Keio Inokashira Line does not share track with the Main Line. It intersects with the Keio Line at Meidaimae Station.
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